I saw it within a passage of pines, half buried in the dusty soil. It was grey with pinks and blues running through porous, sodden skins....

Wrinkled Paper She was carved from wooden shafts of blackwood and pink ivory, mulched and pulped in collated swank. From the bolted...

She's getting gaunt now, her bones swelling, growing like a corpse decomposing still breathing. Her skin is translucent pinkish browns...

Black men dangling, Burning, rutted like decaying leaves from magnolia trees. I am the lash of the parched fields of cotton and killers....