Containment Breach

If ball bearing doors open to unveil my favorite froth demon,
rip out every black pubic hair with duct tape and then evacuate
the building not bowels when the changelings flap newborn skin
from the red dwarf slug like puppies on linoleum almost awkward.

Sundering pillars of fate toward your face. Dispense discolored phospate
into the fear grinder and extract ions from the wounded carbine mound.
How on earth can these creatures be razzle dazzled out of so many body
bags? By telekinetically tearing away every remaining synthetic embryo

until this new fear dichotomy is no longer earthly.