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My blood crawls into the air, Painting my eyes red –A man offers his hand, licking his lips. He wipes his dripping teeth and pats his head. My hands flail timidly, cursing to the wind, His talons sink. Worlds colliding. The stars twitch painfully. Longing nothings, Whispering, winding, voices lingering. Fucking me empty. He laps up the blood, Pooling by my feet. Buildings shake, windows cascading; His teeth sink. Money clawing, Bartering away my ability to think. He fucks away any hints of peacePromising immortal greed, Lulling me asleep. Sickened by the System Communities fade, children beg to breathe. Smog wanders feverishly; Suffocating the goodness of a world once greenGnawing at the sprawls of people wandering lost. My hands clutch, grabbing dust. My soul breathes heavy; Limbs lifeless, hearts still. He extorts life, grinning, With my blood dripping. He licks the lips of corpses whose stories lay unfulfilled. A demon sickened in the system, Grinning in greed. Words by Chanel Trezise

Emptied by the promise of powerHe is a husk of what a person could once be.