I can leave this stinky maze
when ingestion has turned its phase.
I ooze between limp tripe
and creep along… gripe… gripe…

A cup is filled to the brim.
Vermiculation wraps the rim.
I don’t care how… bile or chyme…
No one can absorb the brand of Cain.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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