puffalo pill

from the sillage by carmine moth

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i had never felt much
this the elk rut
picasso blue stage
trauma bond galore
remote viewing when you spoke to me
truffle salt parfait
copd loss prevention
harm reduction all concussions
the repercussions
the reaper comin
its always a murderous plucking
becoming afraid of myself love you
bottomless pit shove you
heart clover wrapped
cracked like a giftbox
non ornamental halo
slices on rotation 3
can tell i lost it
i was split in thirds
gown bloomed with fever patterns
detonated mid embrace
a system reboot in flesh they demand
im blocking my caveman brain
with blackout poetry
im healing by becoming less legible
parasitic firmware i hate it
like every bullet fired in a holy war
and they reload between sermons
sent me mirror selfies of herself crying
am i gaslit or groomed
either way im subscribed
corrupted wing fractal jaw unhinged
dreamt of ancestors crawling back
in fire to delete me
lovebombed now i owe 9 ghost organs
still being shadowstalked
by my dead mutual
that borrows blood without asking
your such a drain
i logged off and the ghosts
started clapping
hallucinations updated last night
their more interactive
every ad knows im sad
they put softer fonts
i tried to block deities
they made 6 alts
hit the joy venom, now i flinch when im seen
bit in pierrots library told im overdue
you blinked once and called me a mistake
it was whispered from the fridge vent
the dream had ads that's how i knew it was real
sells real death with pastel pop-ups
started replying in all lowercase
public trauma as a content unlock
tried to confess but the app kept autofill
crying pill with knives
and we joked as it stabbed him
logged off for three days and came back feral
i said i felt nothing it prescribed leeches
and pushed an ad for luxury grief kits
its all spirals and all teeth
i spat on the vampires lens
every time im blue
a tentacle reaches through my screen
and pets my hair its wet always wet
tentacles never strangle they just hold you in place
mourned by something that needed my absence to survive
she said its not abuse if i laugh after it
i say i love her cos i dont know the password to leave
it chirped, then laid eggs in my palm
the therapist says we're progressing it feeds then it thanks me

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from the sillage, released June 9, 2026

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cane corso records / dead orchard is an independent label .
outsider rap, experimental poetry, ambient and electronic music. home to carmine moth and archival releases from arcanegel, alhazred, and indrid cold.

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