Who will believe
a gnarled groundskeeper
traced by depletion.

A tortured spider head transgender creature
slowly turned into poison; now everything
it opens splotches all over the floor.

Necroplasm flows in a cemetery conduit
leading to a cave dead with purple

where the light at the end of the tunnel
is another tunnel smouldering beyond control.

He/she/it can no longer speak for itself,
but the semi-rigamortised mouth spews out
unexpected pitcher plants, partially digested.

He/she/it invokes the symptom on accident:
Involuntary Protoplasty. The chlorophyll gas
unfurls furry murder before dispersing.
Just Don't Spit on Me
~ Rick Hutchinson
Churning Codex Portal ~ Juliet Cook and Robert Cole