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Screaming Acapella
Full moon, slow hands walking
branches to banshee
worming the hollow of my neck
with a cold bite of the tongue
of intimacies stiletto
here come the moths of twilight
beneath the deep blue silence
of the thickening night
feeling the tickle of lust breathing
tasting the hush of death
in the cold dark pockets
of my flesh pale sushi
intoxicating, smoking last breath
in obscenities unfiltered nicotine
of uncut graves
masturbating a screaming acapella
to a scented inglorious
descending into the doom
as the cricket plays the fiddle
slowing sinking, full moon
branches to banshee
worming the hollow of my neck
with a cold bite of the tongue
of intimacies stiletto
here come the moths of twilight
beneath the deep blue silence
of the thickening night
feeling the tickle of lust breathing
tasting the hush of death
in the cold dark pockets
of my flesh pale sushi
intoxicating, smoking last breath
in obscenities unfiltered nicotine
of uncut graves
masturbating a screaming acapella
to a scented inglorious
descending into the doom
as the cricket plays the fiddle
slowing sinking, full moon
Published 16th May 2023
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