Sewn them shut
Scratched and imperfect
Eternally etched
Their incessant chiselling
Sealed them up
Echoing and amplified
A dark chorus
Their cynical mantra
Ground them down
Twin bloody stumps
Bear phantom touch
Their wicked forms
Burnt it out
Blistered and charred
Stung throughout
Their noxious scent
Numbed it dead
Paralysed,collapsed
Useless yet still
Their spiteful taste
Torn it out
Viscous and bleeding
Charcoal drops
Still they remain |
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