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The Tongue of Angry Bones - with adagio

Wilting garments  
of the petal's flesh  
skins this new need 

from my angry bones  
and you reach one  
finger to touch  
my cheek,  
like it’s a  
decadent flower  
of the orchid's oboe  
but my dead-girl eyes  
arouse you  
in shiny new ways  
as I pin up my hair  
and sink  
to the tongue  
(quiet sigh)  
You give me some fancy  
bullshit like  
‘the solstice keyholes  
the ink's dark quill’  
when I just want to fuck  
like a fallen angel  
covered in spines  
and you,  
in rapt adoration  
of amorous hemophilia  
pull me closer,  
fading to pale  
as you bleed out  
against my  
unkind mouth  
I shine  
in shadows  
of the naked inkwell,  
and the fetish of  
my teeth on your  
chaotic flesh  
a new ritual spell  
Give me darkness  
Show me how  
even Venus  
gets dicked over  
when freeing the  
lotus of  
a darkening hell  
swells beneath the  
Ovid metamorphoses  
my body thrashes  
a typhoon  
the sake  
of sanity  
And you claw  
at words  
like a lost soul  
influencing the  
raptures of seance    
but I am a corpse  
without a ghost  
and I leave  
the wilted  
at your grave
Written by Betty
Author's Note
Thank you for the collab, adagio. The stream of words to work with was fucking amazing. I was really invigorated and inspired by the artistry of your brain. Stay cool, my dude.
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