Knobbed Welk

The welk crunched my memory in the loggerhead’s neck. Torn paper thin through a jawbreaker. Trinidad bounced rubber on the loom.
Shallow water denticles, rasping flesh, hulk the scar beneath my makeup. Skin flayed into the dream I knew I’d have once here. 

Friendly sand, scraping my organism. I got a rash that doubled by breathing. A plate licked the mirror of my lower jaw. 
By the fire, horns were halved until made wax. I breed my objects by the knuckle. Clumping sparkled in the stump. 

Bellies foamed, smiling rum. I don’t feel anything above my stitches. Beefy men ate my wallet, proving to be crisp. 
Watching them suck milk from rocks, I buried my eggs within. Wet cement in my retainer. 

Tooth-like marrow chalked the tongue, stratifying dunes. Chewing gum, dripping paint, a dextral specter sloughing air. 
Pestled down to a string that, when pulled, bites. Mud flats, sand flats, oyster hair. 

Chowder’s measured by the bugle. Sun schedules luncheons by the drum. The wrong gasses turned to stone. 
Inside the shell there was a map. But not enough of me to rot the warning.