kiss me like the plague
hands of the sea
fingers an armada
kiss me with your barb wire lips
your lipstick's like a curse
crooked teeth and gapped
your smile like a hearse
kiss me with pink scars on your drop dead skin
(lead me to your slaughter)
thighs spun into spider silk
(I’ll be your sacrificial lamb)
1 pint water
3 drops mother’s milk
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
kiss me like the plague
hands of the sea
fingers an armada
kiss me with your barb wire lips
your lipstick's like a curse
crooked teeth and gapped
your smile like a hearse
kiss me with pink scars on your drop dead skin
(lead me to your slaughter)
thighs spun into spider silk
(I’ll be your sacrificial lamb)
1 pint water
3 drops mother’s milk
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