If you’re going to kill me, do it gently with a lot of pain

I have a new formation in my mouth

It spouts lies and carbon dioxide

If there was anywhere, I could be

I would be somewhere else

“Blackness of the night is the perfect cover for a lonely soul.”

I exhale the smoke to paint the world in the red of mercury movies.

I know the pink blossoms from your upturned lips

If there was a way, I could enucleate your third eye…

I would, without the proper soma

The tongue summons forth the goddess of Serotonin

Blue-ringed skin, stubbed of afternoon love-making.

If I could love again, I would bless you with my famed paper laurel.

Drawing you naked with charcoal finger touch.

I’ve tasted an ashtray, but nothing like this

A plantation of teeth-marks

A garden of pussy licks

Areolas entangled like barbed wire. Breasts encircled.

Inner thighs like cushions of static

Head is dawn, Pubic hair is darkness

I pull you by that and leave my name with a serrated knife.

And you squeal like a sacrificial lamb.

Blood gets everywhere, even in my mouth.

Gums are weak, but your teeth threaten castration.

I can’t keep my alcohol, and I can’t keep you.

If there were a way I could love you I would

But I would much rather be here than somewhere else.

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Wow
Intense and beautifully written..

Your words made me react in such a visceral way. Very poignant imagery.

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