Your hands are a slow, deliberate scriptsnowing cold glass frozen in marroweach syllable, a fucking shardwhere my lips have beencarved into your flesh—up to my toesiesthe cunt has worn Into a hollow, seeping starepulsing for sharp kisses in the airyou...

lick the madness and taste the bedlamsanitoriam green speaks the truth of the placehaunted rebellion when I dare not to behavefour point restraints left in a padded cellmy crime speaking to spiritsthe powers that be plug in like electicity...

                        “He knew he had fucked up for not being faithfulBut he caught her at home horny and emotional,            “At first she asked for him to leave her doorwayBefore she knew it they were...