Sharp-Jaw,
Guillotine Tongue.
No need for Silver,
When I breathe smoke.
Bellow Thunder.
Wrapping saliva around whole stars –
savoring the taste of fusion as I unhinge my jaws
draw each star into my maw
saw edges of reality asunder
One Law.
One Fundamental Rule.
At A Time.
you haven’t seen me play
Guillotine Tongue.
