Working with words

[Arachne]

Enchantment chanting away to drums lodged in ears
The strike upon the anvil creates a melody
The melody resonates within the being
That can shake the very fibers to decay
Sound, round, intricate touches each hair
Tissue...
As it enters the canal
Channeled through the channel
Limits the size of the vessel
Each vessel exploding in sockets
Leaving redness in its wake
Wake to optics shot of blood
Pump to aorta
Trickled from the ventricle
Hollow...hollow the tree upon where the owl retires
“Who goes there?” he cries in lateral form
Dorsal to ventral
Cranial to caudal
Aye. This is visceral

[rowens]

I seem to like it, reading it. But I'm not taking anything in other than music, that I like. I'll read it again later, when my concentration comes back. I'm sure it's worth it. It sounds nice, but I'm in one of my near shallow moods.

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I like this part

The strike upon the anvil creates a melody
The melody resonates within the being
That can shake the very fibers to decay

It's my starting off point. Which makes sense.

[Arachne]

Thank you for giving my work a gander and I look forward to hearing from you again. Peace out.