the reductivist.A Poem by gunagya sokalnauseous, quaking body. ruled a thousandth' anxiety. skin was all scale, all scale. gleamed, metal. steel, sheen. i am a burglar. i squelch, gurgle suffocated. gutted. veteran now seeks refugee in even under the war trend. i gagged. when was the last time i was offered courtesy? too sick to fit in. too ill. terminably ill. and maybe I'll grow a soft thong for it too. and maybe I'll grow a pair too. a pair of thick paper, tappy slippers. whine. wine. when was the last time i had some courtesy? whine. i whine therefore I am white; the hears of a hare. white as pristene; white as a tube. all i eat is a body lotion. white as clarity. white. white tastes bitter as f**k. disgustingly bitter. i still pick the maggots akin. they're rather slither on the palate. their yellowish, custard tinge gives me a grotesque ailment of some salt. salt out of a steel sprinkler. i am the red flag. red it all is. *
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Added on December 23, 2025 Last Updated on December 23, 2025 Authorgunagya sokalIndiaAbout20 year old male writer. experimentation and critique regarded; i'm here to put myself out for a bit. i particularly write in avant-garde and surrealist literature. content disclaimer: strong lang.. more.. |

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