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Alright kids.
This poem is a big fucking deal.
A bunch of teachers took it from me and used it as examples of "good work" in their writing classes. This was the one that got everyone's attention. The one that gave me the chance to have my own book instead of putting my art into a collective piece.



Future?

Glass shatters against writhing corpses.
Starving dogs suck marrow
From the bones of children.
Bloodies jaws snarl and froth.
As ribs unknit audibly.
Beneath a seething skin,
Lymph coagulates lovingly.
A heart stops beating.
Bare feet scorch on hot asphalt.
The smell induces vomitting.
Blood and bile marble on sidewalks.
Crimson is everywhere.
The silence whispers distant gunshot.
Like cold teeth chattering.
An infant lays convulsing in the yellow grass.
Dog with open sores, infected mass, appraoches.
Bones snap against yellow teeth.
Blood spurts.
A young chest heaves once, mouth gaping.
The innocent eyes roll white.
Like a calf abandonned in fecal wastes.
It's back legs bending backwards.
It struggles and cries out.
A bolt slams through it's skull and it falls.
Brain tissue spatters.
To be gobbled up by its siblings.
Pearly bone fragments dripping sputum.
Spinal fluid beverage.