to rub in the wound,
to live in the blue,
to make ashes taste like food,
and to scratch the sand
on the ocean
floor
would you kiss me again with your sea lips?
i will drink deep
of the the darkness beneath the waters
a wet dry clinging to the skin
lines the angels footprints that lead away from Sodom
like pox scars...
the fires died long ago,
but brimstone and hell still lingers at the touch;
Lots' poor wife...
even with the warning i would look back
one. more. time.
...just to be a pillar of something
.inevercouldsimplywalkaway.
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