Clean
your
sooty
grime
stratified like a chopped tree.
Knitted into clothes for me.
Follow the wicked edge of
the yellow road,
Inclined to doze in the junction of my
doorway, carry with you dragonfly-brooch
wings to flutter.
Naked newborn to an age of
social settings
on max— to touch
me, to you.
Take the chomps,
lend me your spine,
joints,
match me.
Eat what I have to bear,
like a child of my purple-blushed
foulness.
A bucking ***** like a war-torn, skeletal femme,
used.
Here,
open up.
I'll lose a tiny hand.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
Clean
your
sooty
grime
stratified like a chopped tree.
Knitted into clothes for me.
Follow the wicked edge of
the yellow road,
Inclined to doze in the junction of my
doorway, carry with you dragonfly-brooch
wings to flutter.
Naked newborn to an age of
social settings
on max— to touch
me, to you.
Take the chomps,
lend me your spine,
joints,
match me.
Eat what I have to bear,
like a child of my purple-blushed
foulness.
A bucking ***** like a war-torn, skeletal femme,
used.
Here,
open up.
I'll lose a tiny hand.
