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Cripp Jul 2013
I am on your chest of fighting pearls
Like a rack of phobias hovering over you
I push my eight legs hard between your ribs
As not only your pupils dilate

Your ribcage is wide open for me
To feast merciless on your frighted heart
I watch you with my thousand hooded eyes
As you arch your back with eyes closed

You hate so many things
Like morning breath and crumbs
But I will push this acrid vapour into you
As I press your back deep through the floor

I will take you there, come with me
Where you cannot go, by yourself
Don’t kneel before me, get the **** up and face
As we both push on to unpaced frontiers...
Renal End Jun 2014
He who
sings songs
in awkward tune
and unpaced meter,
is better than
that who sings
words
with neither
sense
nor
worth.

— The End —