Phantom Veins Trumpet
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Xenolith gate stands agape. Its vortex swells, a fleshened tomb. A passage waits behind its mouth. That passage waits for the cursed. Face down, an envelope of pus and bone spoils. A formless skylight curates, advent. Behind folded sclera, external stimuli transduce a signal… the throat of a ghost bellows ‘damned’. The passage waits behind its mouth. A multiversal rippling, complete shapeshift. Floating beacon now condemned. Hallowed doorway inhales the enlightened unto Pariahdom. No schism is spared. Phantom veins trumpet; formaldehyde flushed veins. Beneath a skyline of biologically contorted wonderment. The otherworld exhibits a bilious womb, coughing a feculent deluge. A psyche anew and modeless. Phantom nerves trumpet; engulfed and excreted. Phantom nerves trumpet; dance with the worms and the earth below.