soft and delicate
tender touches and slow glances
you get her drunk off of holy water and she cries as you clip off her wings
the thought of choking angels on their halos getting them drunk off of rose water so you can capture them ,
pulling off their robes and clipping their small wings
you saw her as mother mary before those cries of hers turned animal like, horns grew out of her head
secretion oozes out , oily and ***** just as yourself
you leave her stagnant disgusted by what you see
you’ve rid her of wings and of that immaculate conception you wanted so terribly
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 2:43 AM UTC
soft and delicate
tender touches and slow glances
you get her drunk off of holy water and she cries as you clip off her wings
the thought of choking angels on their halos getting them drunk off of rose water so you can capture them ,
pulling off their robes and clipping their small wings
you saw her as mother mary before those cries of hers turned animal like, horns grew out of her head
secretion oozes out , oily and ***** just as yourself
you leave her stagnant disgusted by what you see
you’ve rid her of wings and of that immaculate conception you wanted so terribly
i wrote this 12/23/23 and i’m not too sure what inspired me to. i haven’t gotten the urge to write in a long time. even if my poetry might not be very good, i thought why not display some of my old writings gathering dust.