in my grotesque tripping down to Gotham suffering the rigor
gripping the shell of the coffin’s portmanteau…laughing,
so deep the dark, letting go of the madness, tasting
the Pepsodent and the memory of her labia majora
unholy minuet on my lips, the jaded grace
of her swollen clit, in death’s elocution
Rated for ADULT(18+)
Suffering The Rigor
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