Lines from Swarm Two within MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM

"...but what is real anyway? Hole punch thighs, hole punch eyes,
hole punched fritillaries falling down. Ashes ashes we
used to think we were interesting. Now we are nothing
but rotten fritters that would eat until nothing remains.
You want to crush my indigo mana from those yellow stripes
and deliver me unto no maker. Why am I heathen to this..."

from the poem "Swarm Two", within the new chapbook MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM by Juliet Cook & Robert Cole (Hyacinth Girl Press, 2015)

http://hyacinthgirlpress.com/yearfour/mutantneuroncodexswarm.html