Juggernaut Specials

The Perfume River

Sickly yellow in umbral breeze smokes,
The smell of disgorged tainted rust,
Flame rips lungs from oxygen, faces from recognition,
Gleaming entropy through decaying eyes,
Whimpers not howls, gasping shade, not fury,
Slowly, swollen, sour sweetly, grimly we go, grimly,
Down the perfume river.

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