Gasping for air
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1 min readApr 20, 2017
Dogma granted corporeal form — their missile
Filled with inane incoherent babbling
on matters unknowable to sententious
hunters. It drops. Toxic fumes imprint stitches
in flesh, the scars gleaming silver,
leaving the tainted gasping for air
-Excerpt from Sword from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard.
