The night is rank with thickened smoke
and the stench of chestnuts burning.
Their stink clings lankly in my throat, choking me,
gurgling and bubbling back up to the surface.
They are swollen and bloated
like hundreds of pregnant bellies
with reddish-brown skins all fit to burst
at any moment.
Then suddenly!
Their once impassable skins will shatter and splinter,
showing soft white flesh glinting proudly
like so many stars.
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