underneath kuala lumper in the glow of magical ferns
there creens a magical whore
and a tribe of beetles
seeming to shimmer in the ruddy light
her sexual desire fused with spite
above, the claws of tigers glint
their slinking steps patter
the whore calls them
they look up in a halt
taking hidden abandoned passages
through the underbrush
they fucked her
until she died
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