Hollow atoms

The hollow atoms of the land are filled with time’s blood. A copper tree with rusted leafs radiates plutonium in the ashy air. The wind falls broken in the mutation of horizons. In the alien darkness the wombs of a centaur, a Minotaur head and an ogre carcass are shared by the famished zombies. The majestic raven encrypts the domain in death’s algorithm. A clay crypt and the ruins of a brick house are glued together in a lead dawn fueled by steams of emptiness. A spherical plain capacitated with raw grass; a river of blazing tar viscously flows like robotic fingers to drill the mountain’s fossil particles… the metallic taste of the stiff cold touches the body.

For thirteen ivory bones a tainted goddess awakens from the crypt and devours innocent vampires, shattering the windows of chaste love.

The wind howls… or the werewolves… the whispers of sharpened teeth… and the hollow atoms creep into the venal wiring, disembodied in the blue uranium sun’s fathom waste; the zombies feast upon lions and dragons… the ravens mirror the feral into a network of black…

The brick house is slumbered, the iron roof is missing, the infrared security path is engulfed in shrubbery and twigs, parts of mineral mass are drawing physics where human life used to be, rotten flesh anatomy is observed on the chrome enriched plates, gray rags and crimson fluids everywhere… cannibal and sinful abandonment!

For thirteen ivory bones a tainted goddess awakens from the crypt and devours innocent vampires, shattering the windows of chaste love.

The air stenches… or the resurrected corpses… the echoes of unholy miasma… it pours in small shards of pewter… the tainted goddess from the crypt started the savage ritual… chants… incants… barren… blackout… sacrifice… the zombies become a biomass absorbed in ravishing fear, the charcoal ravens transmit her liquefied nuclear power, the horizons are mined by a quantum gaze reflected in the photon pollution…

It pours in small shards of pewter… I hypothesize on methods of collecting the thirteen ivory bones… the static sound effect… the metallic taste of the stiff cold touches the body… the wind boils the nucleus of the small shards of pewter rain…

For thirteen ivory bones a tainted goddess awakens from the crypt and performs the savage ritual, shattering the windows of chaste love…