Stent

Floods of fluid force through rusted metal tunnels
A tiny spittle manages to eke out a shriek
Rows of poured concrete deposit salt the earth
To be reclaimed by a rash of unsanctioned underbrush

Blood in sluice gores through crusted petal funnels
Highly brittle hands and legs leak clots in sheaths
Flows of spore worn meat, we posit halts the birth
To be inflamed by a gash of abandoned murder lust

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