And now it spills forth like a fountain
Not pouring from some chubby baby angel
but from a foul-faced demon
Its stone phallus gouting filth
I cry tears of blood and semen
I burn my own ears with the acid words coming out of my mouth.
Shame and fury bubbling magma in my belly
Scorching my throat

I can still smell it
I could wash the stench off my hands, but no amount of brushing,
Scrubbing, gargling,
toothpaste, mouthwash, soap,
toothbrush, washcloth
could get the taste out of my mouth.
Breathing out the stink of
Fear and evil

I’ll fill this fountain with my bile,
Verbs that tear flesh and nouns that crush hearts
Brackish water from an ancient cistern
I’ll purge these rusty pipes and post a warning sign
It’s probably not necessary
Everyone knows the house is haunted.
Only children come here to dare each other
And they’re already dead

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