This diet of dirt erodes my teeth.
Perhaps I'm rotting for shock value
-- flashes of cameras --
a bloodborne shortcut to heaven.
I succumb to death a patriot:
red and white and asphyxia blue.
(We can't all drown like maidens.)
You smile and loosen your grip on my throat
to gnaw at and pick the flesh clean off my bones.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
This diet of dirt erodes my teeth.
Perhaps I'm rotting for shock value
-- flashes of cameras --
a bloodborne shortcut to heaven.
I succumb to death a patriot:
red and white and asphyxia blue.
(We can't all drown like maidens.)
You smile and loosen your grip on my throat
to gnaw at and pick the flesh clean off my bones.
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