Can you feel the vibrations?

As they tickle your synapses,

As they trickle down your spine,

They leave no traces behind,

As come and gone through magic,

It’s trivial and it’s tragic.

Did you feel those vibrations?

Grazing your soft pink insides?

Shaking the lightest of matter,

A bone-shard, meeting splatter.

What’s the matter?

Does it hurt now?

Does it spurt now?

I cannot tell you what I see,

it’s too gruesome.

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