I feel it too
initial thrust
first separation
arc of intrusion
where your white words
rust from exposure
where your given body
adapts to the pangs
---
cylinder, silo
tempest confined
growl of composure
stirs of a goddess
the venom source
the covenant seal
unleashed with greed
unbound, undefended
(Image from chaosmagickapp.com)
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