Our silvered tongues dance

A serpentining elopement, unholy matromony of us devil's scraping symphony. Slashing swords, daggers strike embers into a kindling of deep desire. Stab into me, this poison that knows home in my soul and only makes bedding elsewhere when it needs rest.

The flesh of virgined neck defines my tongue and teeth's path; a malignant manifestation of a trail of rash and hive that marks us monsters.

It embeds me. I rest in my nest in their head