emigration of six legged insects. spider shanty towns in my chest cover up the gateway to heaven's steps, flower pedal children, conscripted to laugh. sinister, riptide lips curl and quiver with fluid dexterity, compelled, jaunted to swallow themselves by a pure execrable evil. still, they dance doling out lime and chloroform dividing potential between the seraph and succubi--heavenly hosts one perfect and the other ephemeral, could rest my raging soul. but sat proper and primrose showered a blue hue through the wasted breath of a smoldering city, august red burns in an amber glow over her, the valley. the queen sat at her throne, conqueror of morality, sewing innocence with experience, weaving a gray fabric ocean, held my arm close and whispered, "we need but throw ourselves in". i am a martyr, but not tonight. emigration of seven scrolls across the eyelids of a mutinous wreck. you are the arrow i am its home.