
i dream of
demystifying that
deceitful
seductive
oppressive
mound of fake flesh.
to puncture it.
expose its powerlessness.
and watch the
stinking pink goo
flow
like lies
off the guilty tongue
of the kidnapper.
the killer even
of dignity.
Getting to, not the heart of the matter, but the jugular. with diabolical craftiness and words.
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