She powders her face to funeral white,
Blackenned mouth set hard for night.
Spider-veins bloom beneath her eyes,
A patient map of soft despise.
Steel rings bite her lower lip,
Blood kept clean with a steady grip.
She breathes out smoke and rottwn clove,
I kneel inside the ash of love.
Let me serve you, stripped and still,
Tend the bones you wear by will.
Your voice unthreads my careful will,
Each word a wound I beg to fill.
May I light your cigarette,
May I bleed where your fingers set.
Take me walking where angels rot,
Between the graves the church forgot.
You frighten me, I beg for more,
My heart a bruise you press and sore.
I think of you a hundred times,
Boiled down to broth, to salt, to brine.
Drink me thin. Reduce me whole.
Let me steep inside your soul.
Love me living. Love me dead.
Plant me where your shadows fed.
Bury me close. No cross. No sound.
Let my ribs learn burried in ground.
To dance with you is final breath,
A perfect ache. A kissed-off death.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 10:28 AM UTC
She powders her face to funeral white,
Blackenned mouth set hard for night.
Spider-veins bloom beneath her eyes,
A patient map of soft despise.
Steel rings bite her lower lip,
Blood kept clean with a steady grip.
She breathes out smoke and rottwn clove,
I kneel inside the ash of love.
Let me serve you, stripped and still,
Tend the bones you wear by will.
Your voice unthreads my careful will,
Each word a wound I beg to fill.
May I light your cigarette,
May I bleed where your fingers set.
Take me walking where angels rot,
Between the graves the church forgot.
You frighten me, I beg for more,
My heart a bruise you press and sore.
I think of you a hundred times,
Boiled down to broth, to salt, to brine.
Drink me thin. Reduce me whole.
Let me steep inside your soul.
Love me living. Love me dead.
Plant me where your shadows fed.
Bury me close. No cross. No sound.
Let my ribs learn burried in ground.
To dance with you is final breath,
A perfect ache. A kissed-off death.
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