Carniv-whore

big flies, big priest.
even he dies,
crimson feast.
faced with rats,
scarabs sweep.
sickly scent,
knives in teeth.

humanoid mockery if its all the same to;
ravage them, split the helm, of the skull,
behind the owl.

splintering spine, side-winding, to get
between the; thighs, of a young, translucent,
carniv-whore.

holy man, reveals a gun.
crowd applauds and,
get's split in half.
remnants hiss, fangs go numb,
stolen life surges from
their veins, whore's woe is sung.

carnivwhores kitchen,
slaves entangled by their siamese sisters.
amphibious, octuplet day dreams.
frothing at the eyes, nothing's as it seems.
all that's smelt is;
elderly, day dreaming corpse,
congealed with an ex lover's rot.

he spat and did not pray, but lived.