Disembodied
head rolls along the dirt

Shiny lavender smile
and painted disposition
I slip my fingers inside
It screams
and the door jams

Your teeth fall out
and the good Samaritan raises its fist

"We are but servants of the serpent"

Another ******* slides in,
And it gets bent.
Foot goes up the whole
And the fetus desolves into acidic gel
We are expatriates
The son is good
and the sun is warm