I don’t understand the purpose of this hurt. Me as you may my existence prays in the beast’s honed jaws.
This boat shipwrecked on Ogygia’s breast. Broke her clavicle, suckled her nipples. Dry-ads damn my oars.
Scylla’s sadism, stinging catechism. W-ar scintillates mor than Janus's throes Marred by death's own claws.
Spilled Ink 