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baby gothic

call him a southern charmer

or call him a handsome *******

 

I don’t care what he goes by

I don’t want his supposedly perfect body

haunting your own.

 

All that choking distance,

now his indifference

steals the greenery

that grows alongside

the trellis of your skinny ribs

 

all that putrid poison

i’d honestly

enjoy (much too much)

ripping out his tongue

& feeding it to the crows

 

at least they would feel full

 

version française

 

*Qu’il se prénomme charmeur sudiste

ou qu’on le nomme bourreau des coeurs

Qu’importe,

 

le fantôme de son corps

Ne te fera pas passer

le Styx

 

Toute cette distance, etouffante

Et maintenant, l’indiférence

ont parasité la vigne-vierge

qui poussait, bruissante,

sur le trellis de tes frèles côtes

 

Tant de poison putride…

Qu’honnetement,

Je jouis déjà (puissament, bruyamment)

des lambeaux déchiquetés de sa langue,

en pâture, pour le plaisir des corbeaux.

Aux moins eux n’auraient plus faim.*

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la-jongleuse
American
Published
Apr 24, 2013
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french, français, gothic,

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