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Jan 2012
Trick tricky on a radiant platform

Jezebel, arms full of gnashing curs
She loves everybody, that girl
She always meant well
The most dangerous thing in the world

Riding the dragon straight into the apocalypse
Nine heads slavering, always hungry
Swollen with decades of wasted debauchery

Brimstone falling from the rafters, pillars of melting wax, melting faces
Tongue to the iron, proving my lie
A deception of self, it’s a ******* masterpiece

The garden lush that falls to rot,
Lunatic blight, land that salts itself
Spending what was spent until it is finally dry like wither.

I,
I run hot and cold, a cheap parlor trick gone bad
Changing phase to phase and back again, losing a little more each time

Tiamat to fire the kiln, I wait
Too polluted by far to continue this way any longer

Wrapping myself up small for you, so helpless and inevitable
Hell-bent on teaching you how to better abuse me
Help me to recreate myself, oh yes please

I am, you will find
More pliable even, in the heat of your hands
Written January 5, 2012
Collette Abatta
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