The hills are long, they're stretching down the bones, the falls, my icy lungs. Beneath the dirt which breaks my fall. The eyes, the bed is slithering. I met the worm. I ate the earth. Ensnared the fish, the one I am. You came to me, you called my name. My guts are spread across the steam. Along the fields, the eyes they dig. The fish of death, it filters ice. The hairy thing beneath the sun. My brains, they cook in frying slime, heavy mud, the steamy, stinking mud. The crawdad king is posing proud. It's insect voice is t-t-t-t-twitching. You foul beast, I crush your gut filled shell. I'm not of Earth, I'm shiny human stardust. Eternal numbness to jaws which clamp my body. The rows of teeth, the razors in my back. My blood is drained in caves of frozen hell
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