Big Fat Leech


Big fat leech
Swelling with the pus
Of my incorrigible soul
What vile fancies!
I am the pitch black
Of churchgoers’ coffins.
The incessant scratching
Or I imagine
A heart full of scabs
Whores with claps
My blood is milk
Corpuscles reek!
Sick sick sick!

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