A Misanthrope’s Cauldron

By: Vladimiro Vilarino

One part mistrust.

A poisonous, thorny fruit with maggots as seeds and vile compounds of expired ribeye and arteries embedded within pink flesh.

One part violence.

Boiled in the essence of warfare: two hundred dictators with syphilis and schizophrenia. A parasite that enjoys squirming and gnawing on the fingers of its feeders.

One part alone

The ultimate torture against the social animal.

One part people

Too much of a blessing becomes a curse which then becomes a death sentence. One man becomes an insect under polished eyes.

One petal

A black petal. A single whiff that builds a flavor that may never be tasted. Its presence is genuine, but only a few have tasted it.

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