#iconography
Be
A Russian
For one day
Whisper
And paint
Icons
Symbols
In gold
Draped in satin
Beware of hope
It will grip you
Make you into a Mongol
Control your mind
Destroy your abode
Invade the holdfast
Become neat
Organized
Fight to breathe
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
I scream through my teeth
With ink spilling out
From all those times I
Licked you while you slept
Tasting your nightmares
Tasting your wet dreams
Tasting the tiger
Sprawled across your back
That always claws me
When I embrace you
My tongue is blackened
By decomposing
Biblical verses
On fleshy pages
On a spineless book
And my tongue is raw
Raw and bleeding ink
From licking away
At your stigmata
At your malignant skin
At your one tattoo
Of His name, not mine
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC