Sunday, 30 October 2011

it's a desperate love like we should stay calm, it's blood through my teeth when i touch your hand, it's a song that moves like a knife, and i am bad under this midnight.

i wanted you to say hello but you were a trick of bludgeoning, treating me like warm skin and thief.

this could be so different but it is all i might remember, a flight of bastard animals, a bee sting for my heart.

i have got these organs driving wrong, something long awry. i will fall asleep with a monster in the yard, a charm in my head.

(clockwork, sweeping tongue, click of deep water, reptile sweat.)

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