I'm a whore who's swallowed stars:
I dream of the Apocalypse
when sheets of oil will
flood the streets
led by a thin lip of flame.
Hillsides will melt,
graves explode,
and coffins burst.
I wait for the time
of my confinement to end
when the child of my anger
will uncurl itself
and beat against my womb.
The dragon will devour
my afterbirth
and the world will groan
under the weight of our fruition.
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