She fucks what she eats.
Silken tongue and white underbelly,
Appetite for destruction,
She is beautiful the way the storm is.
I turn to face her,
And her eyes sing honeyed deceits.
On my knees,
I'm so sick,
I feel a searing clarity rise up,
Like salt on open wounds.
She kneels beside me,
Forked tongue against my ear.
A whisper, a promise,
A scream, and a lie.
She embraces me,
Wraps me like a burial shroud,
She loves like her first victim.
I collapse inside her,
My spine and my neck go stiff.
Lips stained deep red,
Breath coming in cold, ragged.
I remember now,
She fucks what she eats... |
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