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the colour of pomegranates ~

punch drunk,
i gather
spun sugar splinters
crushed in
paroxysms of sadism
while you
tally your dead
on my lips ~
... sometimes,
i see you
through bruises
blossoming
like black dahlias
below
tear-swollen eyes
sometimes
sometimes,
i smile ...
*
you lie in
the aftermath of
our killing field
abraded
bitten
clawed
in throes of
frenzied little death[s] ~
... & i peel your
tongue
from my spine
to look for
affection/
confirmation of
truths i murmer
with a mouthful
of cock ...
*
somehow, i
am gapingly
[w]hole
as the barriers
slip
to leave me raw ~
... somehow, i
want to
stop running
concede defeat
&
await the collision
of more
than our limbs
when you utter
that one syllable ...
//
_shadoe_
Written by _shadoe_ (katyusha)
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