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—- *"oh zethus, what have you broken wide open?"* — i. teeth meet neck; slow drag of fire against flesh- little hiccups of death between lips: "a martyr if i ever saw one." ii. dark is the color of his name; filthy is his flame- fingers curling in blonde hair the pull, the release, the war open's it's young mouth and moans. "succumb to this." iii. the dragon; [elder grey jewel] perches on the windowsill and bows before a queen; but is a king in sheets and shadows- little omen for you darling: *"may death come as our healer, not our prophet."* iv. the flowers felt rough stealing from your mouth- into mine. -screams baptizing themselves in honey- --names swimming in the old religion-- to dine upon such celestial matters; would "be my favorite way to bleed." v. civilizations count their glories on your behalf; as the love you make to me encourages chaos from it's cradle- "silver crescent mother; grey flame father;" but what a terrible way to live my dear: *"always at odds with the sun."* —end scene: carpe noctem.—
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
lamentation no. 1
—- *"oh zethus, what have you broken wide open?"* — i. teeth meet neck; slow drag of fire against flesh- little hiccups of death between lips: "a martyr if i ever saw one." ii. dark is the color of his name; filthy is his flame- fingers curling in blonde hair the pull, the release, the war open's it's young mouth and moans. "succumb to this." iii. the dragon; [elder grey jewel] perches on the windowsill and bows before a queen; but is a king in sheets and shadows- little omen for you darling: *"may death come as our healer, not our prophet."* iv. the flowers felt rough stealing from your mouth- into mine. -screams baptizing themselves in honey- --names swimming in the old religion-- to dine upon such celestial matters; would "be my favorite way to bleed." v. civilizations count their glories on your behalf; as the love you make to me encourages chaos from it's cradle- "silver crescent mother; grey flame father;" but what a terrible way to live my dear: *"always at odds with the sun."* —end scene: carpe noctem.—
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