(started my new job today....it was dead. so i wrote this on a paper bag...)


You pick up your pencil
In a devious emotion
In etched silver imperfection
To mark down your alterations in stark white flesh

Your hands burn a brighter blue
They smell of swine and incarceration
You step with both feet in a fateless frenzy
In a dim light stereotype

I ache with ambition
To bleed your dirty touch

Do you think I’m asking too much?
When your face is dripping down temptation
Your voice in scarlet frequencies
Just above my ears reach
Just above sanity

We’re stirring conversation into our coffee with little sterling spoons

Your fingers clench table cloths
Bleeding a distinctive aura

My lips dare touch

And your lies taste more graceful than ever before
Almost like winter ballet
Resembling autumns golden leaves
Mirroring moonlit archways

My hands reach out to pull you in
You belong right here
Deep red inside me

Quench my parched thirst



We’re out of coffee

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