these dirty sores
& sparkle scars
like tears on ankles
& all his arms
pummeled flesh like angel wings
this slaughtering heat
we scratch our claws
at everything
we wait for waves to pass
dip toes into here and now
there's nothing left to grasp
we feel this astmosphere
like burning white hot suicide
these crabs crawl over wounds
all trite and bored like lies
our throats bleed slow and strong
stones of chalk slip through the gore
stomachs filled with thick red wine
he falls asleep
there's nothing more
she cries for hours
it's drowned in black
& charcoal grey
thick red tears like thick red wine
seeps from her insides through her arms
and everywhere from out her eyes.
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"we feel this astmosphere
like burning white hot suicide"
Great picture to go with it too. Very well done!
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Writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance.
Swim through hues and whispered tones of heresy,
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