Honey, I am vicious, I have teeth-sharp& and I foam at the mouth
sometimes my fingers shake too much when they lace with yours
(please, I hope you don't feel my claws grazing your palm)
and I spit fire into your mouth in a moment of osculation
you want me soft & pink with heaving *****
but I am hard with serrated edges you'll disembowel yourself on
maybe I'll make a home in your guts, and burrow so deep
that I'll never be found, never ostracized again
& I will be sweet, sickly so like rotting fruit left out for weeks
but you will never smell the putrefaction
because honey masks vinegar, & I've caught so many flies
that I am a swarm of my own, engulfing you and every other man
and in the night, I will be at your doorstep, howling & panting;
a sirens call, feverishly waking you from your sleep
you will answer & let me warm your bed, coiling-a Lilith in heat
teeth will befriend flesh in the friendship of the century
&I; will let you take me fast&whining;, everything you desire,
girlish gasps meeting every bone bruising ******
you will never notice, as my flesh begins to split,
and I will still feel warm to the touch
but it's only from your blood
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
So
many
people
are dying right now.
And you want me to make you ******* dinner.
I'll throw tacks in your casserole tonight, so you choke and become one of the dying.
I hope your casket is to your liking at least.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC