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The Oozing Room

from Abuse of a Corpse by Anthropophagous

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There is no epiphany
just the slow shrinking of salvation

as you plunge to the depths
in degradation.

Dread seeps through the walls
into your imagination

and you hallucinate
your certain expiration.

Already flies gather
as if they know what is to come.

There is no way out
of the oozing room.

The sweet stench of decomp
perfumes the air.

You itch all over
and pull out clumps of hair.

Your fingers turn black
and fall off one by one.

Your skin peels away
like stitches undone.

Already flies gather
as if they know what is to come.

There is no way out
of the oozing room.

By the time they find you
you’ll be long gone—

bathing in a pool
of your own scum.

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from Abuse of a Corpse, released April 7, 2023

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