sounds like nothing else on Earth.
Seals trapped in an underwater cavern barking in unison.
Throbs of a chainsaw cutting into petrified cloud.
Sonagrams of a witch’s cauldron.
Pneumonia’s dynamite. A puzzling, detonated speech form.
It’s a violence in her esoteric core sounded out in nocturnal code, a phlegmy
mesh of hexes whose tissue
mushrooms
might
abundantly
spring
from.