Slurping of the Black Seizors

Drowning within the brown balls of dark feathers,

Swimming across the dark blue,

Spotted like a dark splinter,

That splinter pinches my connection.

Through the blue, the rusty gray,

Submerged by the end of the grave,

Those vibrating nerves raised the fluid,

like the volcano emerged with the grasp of pain

Which shatters the swinging of the deep sorrow.

Among the raindrops of black feather

Little sweetness of pinching of those long dark seasons,

those seizors lick my hole, a hole of sorrow 

May that will heal

Like the jelly, inside of me is slurping

the fluid of my timid heat like nevermore.