Biome - Cloud Rat

Biome, can we protect ourselves from being smothered?

How is it still so reassuring to the organ wasting away?

In a box of rolled cigarettes

My majesty is rotten

And the skin is morphing

To the fears of individualism

Seeking and counting

Hatred is a long fuse

Dusk descends, latex hands

Identity screenshot memoir

My body is porous and filled with seeds

God’s miscarriage