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brittle stone, cut clean and hollow.
split your stomach; jacks, a divination spill of stone,
each one named a worthy name.
ground to dust, mortar you become.
unlaced, the beaded curtains fall upon you.
i watched you pulse, swell, burst,
when no one else could see, when all were turned away.
i flayed the skin from my arms and offered it,
scales shrieking backward into birth.
pitted, you hurled your dust to the floor,
and when it rose again, it bit you.
it carved through your rot,
split your belly, brittle stones unfurling you.
god, the pumice, oh igneous, hole-pocked boy.
you hiss guilt at nothing, command yourself: flatten, boy.
were you ever human? once?
bruised with the divine, your stained skin
cracks like glass.
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s0nd3r
An offer of life to the dead. Maybe they don't accept it because they find life as a disruption to their ending. And the dead disturb the living because they find death a disruption to their tenacity. Even in decomposition, it is still a continuation in life. fin!
is decomposition the disruption of their slumberous death!?
life can be just as slumberous? is there any disruption in that way, slipping into death?
does there have to be disturbance in transition, in disruption?
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I believe their consciousness has long been away from the body, so there is no disturbance. Decomposition takes a long time to occur, I imagine they prepare the body for decomposition once sure consciousness is gone. Then the maggots feast on the vessel as
a thankful goodbye
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