<p>Content warning: violence, gore</p>
<p>what about<br />
the curls abound your head<br />
you liked them, you said<br />
I’ll keep them for you<br />
next to the others too.</p>
what about
the pull of your skin
soft and so, so thin
off your bones, sticking
red on the ceiling.
what about
the smooth running mess,
cold knife on your chest;
stretching straight up south
of my blade to red mouth.
what about
you open, I close
with just a small dose,
I tease your heart out,
bloody by my snout.
what about
the curls abound your head
you liked them, you said
I’ll keep them for you
next to the others too.
what about
the shrine I made us
silence, no more fuss
blue strobe on white bone
no longer alone.
