Dead Skin Sessions - Sour Satsuma

Graphic novelisation where no drawing speaks
Painted civilisation where the contrast depletes

You bite the sour satsuma
Then share your wince with the sky
Then with your partner sleeping
You squeeze the juice in their eye

A sacred destruction
For the punished kind
An accurate reconstruction gave you some misguided piece of mind

You bite the sour satsuma
Then spit your tears in the sea
You hold the mouth of your partner
And drop each poisonous seed

With military precision you shoot the drone from the air
It comes crashing down, smashing down
Shattering, scattering secrets to steal then to share

And like a witness description that's influenced by deceit
The stems start to coil around your partner
From the mouth binding arms and their feet

You bite the sour satsuma

Written by:
Michael Comber

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