.:+:. Atria-ventricle disease .:+:.
Hot like tears searing cheeks. You never called. You never cared. You were my cross to bear and I....
Cyanide relinquished to bitter tongue.
Nestled behind teeth, stifling saliva.
Marmalade, sticky wrathful passion wedded fiery vengeful guilt.
I love you.
I want to peel you flesh from bone.
Nail you high to worship well.
Entrapment, sweet blessed curse.
I want to tear you limb from limb.
Keep your pieces with me always.
[You were the strong one. Shrapnels of you will keep me sturdy. We know better dont we sweetheart?
We know Im weak. Ill. The love I feel, beauty and grace... Such intricate pinholes,
opportunities for betrayal. Butterfly netting each, you had the
best of me. Writhing in my veins, Im reminded of our love, your soul encased - coagulated where platelettes
I love you... so damn much.
I cant remember insanity before your dimentia.
Craving the taste of the other's flesh...
Healthy habits, we perceived.
Arsenic smells sweet behind your lips.
Emulsive on your tongue...
Mixing with the essence, scent of you. Poppies in July.