insect bites
I was admitted to the shadows, all wrapped in leaves, like an unfurling, my sacrament of lustful neglect all shimmery and pale as white wine, I loved you, I needed you, your blood on my lips, swarming, feast of my need, I tear and shriek, I have a book of evidence you can read it in the dark as the words glow like alien insects.leaves make evidence, feast me, read the dark of dreams, shimmery as words upon a spine that glow and leave, unfurl yourself in a pale need of shadows, for me I am nothing, just scraps of hope, you see the insect bites get so tearing into themselves, and I shriek in my admitted pale moods, so that I could taste your wine, your blood, oh holy love.
posted by Cathy @ 12:20 PM
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