Summoned from void between all light and stranded among our dirt. Agape and awake to us who sleep upright with thrashing hands. She offers the red hell between her salivating horizontal mandibles.

Breathing hate in abandonment leaving us behind to choke in futility. An incessant slither onward to contort potential into memory. The slow and forceful thrusts of regret while hogtied in her breathing nails. Raped upon the pendulum that swings endlessly. An ailing hourglass plagued by a singularity that aspirates desire. A whirlpool of eaten words. To beg and plead is useless when she gifts us the sentence of our rotting skin. The curse of entropy.