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Metropolis

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i am fucking

empty

.

i wish i were a Satanist princess

dancing beyond the masses

like Robot Maria of the Black and White City

.

Except this

time

It’s the other way round

The Flesh-

Blood- and Soul-

trip

ple god

dess

-First Mother-

winding finally

together

into flesh and blood and soul

fluid darkness arcing

Body

.

Now-

mechanistic mothers of ideal

shuffle

wide rolling eyes detached from smiles

in circle kitchens

herding

swarms of children into the lines of graves

as

the Dollar-Junta overlords implore

in

apparent preparation

for…

.

Mother of Humans

Monster

in their eyes or not

is and lives

her

Shape

with every drop of her moving

monstrous

Real

 

 

And drops the mic.

.

 

Ave

Maria.

Maria

Futura.

I must be a Satanist now.

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The Good Wife

She was on the phone, puttering around the kitchen and living room. Cleaning up.  People, kids, around.  Like always.

I was in the door to the mudroom, peeling off my boots. And the mud.

Dad was somewhere in the house, slowly dying.

They had waited too long. When it had been discovered, a surgery could have removed the cancer. ‘God had lead them’ to treat it with extra vitamins and by having a biological dentist dig out his root canal, and by going this one time to sit in a hyperbaric chamber because that’s what the atmosphere was like before the Flood of Noah and people lived hundreds and hundreds of years before the Flood so this would fix it for sure.

When the tumor on his neck was the size of a Florida grapefruit, or larger than both my fists, they decided it was a swollen lymph node. From his body killing so much cancer.  When it peeled itself open and started gushing and dribling fluids, that was his body expelling the cancer.

When he couldn’t turn his head without pain and his right arm and hand swelled with edema to twice their normal size from being pinched by the tumor- they finally broke down and went to a doctor.

But at that point it was too late. It was everywhere.

She was talking to a friend. I couldn’t tell which one. Her voice was animated and eerily enthused. She was talking about his now inevitable death.

“At least he’s had a wife who served him. Not many men can say that!”

She’s fixed him sandwiches whenever he told her. She treats what he says as God’s word for her life- finding reasons for him to be absolutely correct even when God express irrational fears about surgery and then nose dives into conspiracy theories and quack medicines.

And now he’s slowly dying.

Funny.

Many men have wives who are sad when they die.