Honey? Wake up.
of every poison dripping from the night sky
I can see in the mirror of those same green stars
that your eyes are the cunts of witches
your smile is the scar of excision
and in this same universe of weakness
I have nothing but a love for you that is pure
so pure as to kill with the whisper of heaven
a line that is drawn to separate hell
from the clay pots of human organs
but I am a golden cord
and I dangle down the ranks of knives
to a pool in a humble abyss
where I can touch your dress
and shiver forever
forever
if you want to get your soul back...
if you can remember it
s. sparling
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