My lovers womb became chiseled with scorn
Beneath photographs and circle kisses
You had nestled another in
Under your sternum interlaced with valleys of cartilage, your ribs became a landscape
I had journeyed across your spine
Baptizing the hollows of your delirium, ending up with warm bruises
On sleepless nights when clouds where corpses, I held on
I had been your eyes when whiskey, would not allow you to see
Decomposing mentally, metastasized into my existence
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
My lovers womb became chiseled with scorn
Beneath photographs and circle kisses
You had nestled another in
Under your sternum interlaced with valleys of cartilage, your ribs became a landscape
I had journeyed across your spine
Baptizing the hollows of your delirium, ending up with warm bruises
On sleepless nights when clouds where corpses, I held on
I had been your eyes when whiskey, would not allow you to see
Decomposing mentally, metastasized into my existence
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