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With the moon and the stars swirling around us,
devilish sceptres curl around our throats drag us to the edge of the cosmos, far from the moon -
lost.

from open wounds we slowly bleed out,
yet we dance
yes! we dance,
and fall and shimmy and shake and sway our hips seductively -
tantalising, ta-tantalising cheer girls (hardly leaders) we scream and bat long thick lashes,
a bathtub of cum and vomit tears
does not leave us cleansed but
holy water
drips
from between our legs
and so they fall and scramble, reaching,
praying,
for a taste

but we tease...
wet to whet their palettes...
and as if they expect it to run, fluid,
and fill the furrows and wrinkles in their old brows, and lines beside their eyes they strain
forward
unrelentingly

grittingly, grinningly, between rotten teeth we hold the elixir of youth,
they throw gold and gifts but -
scratch beneath the golden surface and find lead.

Dancing out of reach batting brittle glitter lashes full lips full of secrets swollen
the coins they throw, they bruise,
but i shower in the riches
(never) clean
(never) clean
(never) clean