the follicles stand, erect
Malibu runs
through his veins.
His eyes, glowing with red spiders
legs wrapping around his pupils
He shouts for Jack
He shouts searching.
The flesh ripples about, like zits on a teenage boy
the follicles stand, still
The poison beats
through his head, viciously.
His face burns like Sedona
and his teeth march, lined up as the infantry
He shouts for Brandy
He shouts.
He shouts
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