Until the ovum opened like ghost skin
Pooled like the ocean
And poured from my mouth
I wasn’t aware of how god-like
We sinners could easily be
ArmisticeHeadlong into war. Thrust at the dead men standing across the wall.Armistice by ~anotherforestfire
Melted down like bullets, they steady themselves. We steady ourselves.
An explosion of great Anarchy. A burning saint’s scream.
A collision of fools, a glorious bloodshed.
Shod in whimpered pleas,
And a smirk at my brother’s dead god.
Deux mortsLaid open, two doves divine and dividedDeux morts by ~anotherforestfire
A man and woman, a man and man, whatever the mind sees
Laced out like erotic novels
Trails of pulpy pink like bruised lips
Kissing out sickless needs