Non-Erotic PoetryVortexthat sustains us
turns on us,
wearing the face
of ten thousand knifes,
dissecting us into the dust
from which we grew,
scattering us upon the barren ground, and
prays that a gentler breed of demons
will rise from our ashes.
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