Culted bliss in the nighttime gnash my teeth for something sweet
of sins in the cookie jar buttercream and arsenic
tasty to the eyes and green
Fine tuning my quivering nutmeg liver
a gilded lox of around nineteen should spice my heart
To twice the steam worming through my rib cage
lighting all my shadow dreams, invigorating my fancy
So the bones can soak in caramel cream
and the teeth can gleam in phantom sheen
of arcenic and old legs.








hello dearest Adagio I had a lot of fun writing this with you today ❤️
I think you, Brenda. I enjoy collaborations.