The pungent aroma Of hot, bubbling, molten gristle
Burning and spitting on the now blackened, charred foeva
Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle. As the cornea is pierced and fried sizzling retina Extravasative gunge now black, pungent smoke.
Holes of crumbling carbon are all that are left
Fusing symblepharon, your flesh turns into coke
Charred eyeCharred eyeYour sight irreparable by your optician Once flowing blood is now dried, resembling black pudding
Now all that bleeds is a slow trickle of hot, sticky muscle.
The sclera is a lump of carbon burning on smouldering membrane
Your eyeballs are blistering, your optic nerves now aflame.
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