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Prawn Cracker

didn't you know?

By Iris ObscuraPublished about a year ago Updated 10 months ago 1 min read
Art by Iris Obscura

shhh… hey you—

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prawn cracker, yes, you—

lookin’ all crisp like you mean to.

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superpositions, fried.

certainty, served hot.

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you think you’re real?

adorable.

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you, zazzy waveform

zipped in starch,

collapsing the instant

someone pops the bag;

a statistical burp

long enough

to crunch;

you have to know.

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flavour? borrowed.

substance? imaginary.

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puff.

spin.

decay.

vanish.

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observation kills the vibe.

now, you know.

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so go on—

pretend you were ever

a meal.

Stream of Consciousnesssurreal poetry

About the Creator

Iris Obscura

Are you after "polite?"

Stable?

This is the wrong place.

Looking for the kind of beauty that looks like it crawled out of a fluorescent supermarket at 2:13 am and somehow asked you about meaning.

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    Written by Iris Obscura