Soon I remove knives from each stabwound
soon each stabwound removes with me
Soon I remove from the clot
The grand puce blood
the grand puce blood
torn out from me
Soon I remove knives your shit
the black sick waste heart
soon the waste heart probes the tumor
soon luna of ash
rots in me
Soon I remove knives glass
soon exists a slither within the shardglass
soon exists betrayal within your waste heart
soon luna stabs
soon I remove knives the clot
soon asphalt flows where you stabbed me
Soon flesh torn bleeds hot asphalt
soon I rot remove knives the melt of hell
soon the tenebre agonies
soon I rot remove countless knives
left in my stabbed body
.M. L. Reiser is a concussive astral bullet & poet based out of Pittsburgh. His work can be found in Deluge No. 7 and he has received two awards for his poetry.
