Her eyes never leave me
nor do they deseve what is true and so
as I sit and rock here on the floor
in a pile of dust that slips into footsteps
I think about her
Her tongue is slit like a serpents
from my knife that went alittle
to deep into the veins and made her
coak and spill crimson down her soft
lips that grew blue
But blue is a colour new to our kiss
and still the lips i touch are sugar coated
in small fragments of a poison some called
love. love that is so powerful it
kills with a lick.
And so I take a chalace from
this dusted floor
and drink what she's become
she tastes as coarse as ginger
and is black as my acid drum.
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Wed Aug 19, 2015 1:39 pm by fleamailman
Subject: Black Acid 
