That was extremely weird but oddly poetic. Sounds like a fever dream or ramblings on a death bed. Some of the descriptions in the early part felt over-done, but that may be the prose-loving side of me missing the poetry of it all.
I would think that if this were an entry in the “Broken” challenge, it would do quite well.
You certainly grabbed my attention with: _ the sun loves his planets_ and kept it with _ an unirrigated bacteria-penetrated piece of flesh_.
Sadly the “Venus” thing felt overused and smug; out of place with the initial feel that drew me in. Venus’ eyelashes like Venus Flytraps? Perhaps something else could have been used in its place?
I enjoyed your unique voice and would like to read more of you.
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