"... as I forced my flesh to smile."
Sniffing Angels Dust,
Devouring the Flesh of God
Muddy razors starts to hiss,
The sky blooms, and rains for loss
Bleeding in a strange bliss,
She cries like she's been born...
The flowers breathe in asymmetry,
As daisies grow thorns
With blood on my fingers,
I peeled your head,
"You're already dead."
Twitching beneath dead lights,
With blackness above her head
Bloodless, we contemplated,
She chews on locusts eggs,
and smiles like she's about to die.
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