just when the dust settles round my **** and the thud of despair hits bottom just as I flail and swim in this blood-caked, soulless earth soup of the lost abyss of unbirth you plunge my wilderness charred with remains from hellfire and we breathe halos our bones lighted sticks, colors rising in angel arcs
Your rib cage is open for my tremulous offering as my lips imprint a crimson O upon the earthquake of your chest I am still down with the earthworms wrist **** sopped by soil arteries, bashed split to the root by verbal hurts in a sliding psyche of oil
yet here you are suturing wounds with whiplash kisses saltlick moans in my throat You wrap me in gauze through the imprint of your eyes turn my cuts into fresh brook gaze upon my deepest darkness like goddess worship shrine
my **** is a funnel for your whipped light sacrifice ****** prayer skinned to the core all layers exposed your lips slick with the drip of my bliss, deep juice of freshly-caught jungle hum all is bared we stop at nothing paint our tongues with tears adorn the face of death with ripe guava and, as you scream my name into a blown glass whisper my soft fruit falls into the heat of your palm
Faint whispers in the day and dark. Smiles fade into clever camouflage as the truth builds walls miles high. Mirror tells lies, and truths I can't stand to observe. Body rejects sustinace; swipe left, try again tomorrow. Mind glossed in walls that reverberate, ever growing louder. Skin crawls like a million earthworms worms dreaming of becoming butterflies. Decaying in plain site, hidden behind a thousand "okays" and "alrights." Verbatim honesty escapes my tounge. Soul ever inching toward the light.