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Bren

Bren

Noisy bugger with a loud soul gentleman with a loading-dock vocabulary. I've seen the blackness in men’s hearts and have kept it from mine.

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Propagation

1 min readOct 17, 2026
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i unfurl and unfold

slowly,

a pace of

vicious

sinuous

delicacy

an embryonic alien egg

pulsing, needing

to come alive

to come to bloom

a flower of carrion

deep inside me

made of me

muppet, puppet

made of meat

deep inside this confused

decaying flesh vessel

visceral slow motion ballet

of dark lengthening bones

muscles, tendons and limbs

stretching and tearing

through this emptiness

inside

as i let it fill me

from within

waltz set to a dirge

all dressed in black

dressed as a claw

contorting conforming

fusing, growing

a stem becomes my back

branches spear out

into a trap of sharpened ribs

my head slowly lifts

out of my chest made anew

i have flooded

i have filled

mmm

all that is my empty

inside

as i let it fill me

from within

my fingers push into my hands

knuckles popping into place

an ugly inner beauty

this inverse about face

brand new skin covers old scars

and they glow softly

another life of their own

brand new visions

for old tired eyes

i may have not been saved

but i have been remade

from within

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Bren
Bren

Written by Bren

Noisy bugger with a loud soul gentleman with a loading-dock vocabulary. I've seen the blackness in men’s hearts and have kept it from mine.