I gasp for air
but choke to death
on hot blood cold ashes
as a few squad commanders
gaze up
briefly as I burn
in my blazing descent
and I gave in and let go
tried it on and shook it off
laughed and laughed and laughed
then put my fist
through the enormous
damning eye
and I like it now
I lost it
I like it now
I lost it
©John Edward Smith Jr.
a solitary record of the Blackhole disease and the Queen’s advent, shattering presence and consuming love
Saturday, March 28, 2026
The Underbelly Continuum Steps Out part 2
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The Ritual Of The Abyssal Gaze
THE RITUAL OF THE ABYSSAL GAZE A Throne‑Realm Rite Before the Queen I. PREPARATION OF THE CHAMBER Light Dim the room until red and black ...
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