Your words were just as edible as mine
I was there when plastic doctors
Made their way down your
Placid spine and
I would lie with the dead that
Slept in oxidized vines
The tubes in your cinnamon burned throat
Dripped into mine
Medicate saliva and crawl through the snow
You must be so attached to that ceramic glow
From the concrete in your eyes and
Mirrors on the floor
I am lying next to you again
Where loveliness cannot find you and
Mother will come to take you home
Mother will come to take you home
Mother will come to take you home
The devil is here to fucking take you home
©vanta
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