portrait IV - Razor
grotesque, frozen
in a grimace of constant asphyxiation,
tongue lolling from dank maw like
some lifeless thing hanging in a noose -
eyes popping nostrils flared ears laid back,
light slices into its face - gleam of saber teeth -
hackles raised - a battle of illumination and shadow
raging in crevices of its contorted visage -
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