golden-not-golden casino

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red carpet
red carpet
a fountain in
the centre of
a golden-not-golden
casino
red and gold and filthy
to the core

a fountain secreting
pomegranate juice,
cherry-flavoured soda,
rose petals, strawberries,
rouge crimson burgundy
blood,
dark and almost black blood
weeping and pouring
out of lacerated skin
torn apart and
sliced and overflowing
with haemoglobin and
torn apart arteries
twisted nails torn out
with the flesh
chunky viscera and organ tissue
and bone fragments and blood.

this casino
with flashing lights
with ringing bells
winner winner winner
where no one ever wins

these cigarette hazes
rolling like soot-stained
cancerous clouds

this casino
this golden-not-golden fountain
smells of rotten fruit
and death and decay
and sickly sweet pus
yellow bile and
fermenting festering wounds
with maggots crawling
under rotted black skin
hidden by the
glamorous spotlights
and the white powered
mascara sundae vanilla
filled with fluffy cloud cream

dig in,
eat it up
you won't even notice
the worms

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