BLOG NUMBER SEVENTY: ON THE ELEVENTH DAY OF PISH MUSH...

steven holding
Jan 4
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DESMODONTINAE by Steven Holding.

Bites bequeath eternal life, a murderous thirst for kissing a lover and another bitter, better gift.

Splintering crunch of bones reconfigured, tightening of leathery skin. Losing sight, hearing what was once seen. Unfolding wings, taking flight.

Feasting on faeces, guzzling guano; my acidic quick-witted vampiric quip.

I’m… batshit…. crazy!

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