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Skin stretched
Curtains folded in a line
Corridors blemished
You've got that liquid look
Silently slimy from your head down to your toes.
Footprints down the hall
Hatchet carried
About to fall
Flesh split
Spine twist'd.
You've got that black ribbon on your neck
Curtains folded on the bed
Fishing line tied
Ribbon down your sides
You've got that blood
You've got the rhythm of the dead mask ghastly like a haunting in the backside of Texas planted underground with their chords cut out
You've got that skinny dipping liquid skin so tight he's gonna wish he never kissed it
Razors on the inside
Out
of the venom
Throw it out the drop top
Wheels never screeching, so they never make a mark.
Silently blessed it
The Holy Spirit doused in red
Led you to a brothel
Gold upon eyelids
The Cruces of this story
Are underneath the bed frame
Glasses lacking champagne
Fang deep in penetration
Within the firelight is the serpentine
The 16th element is all about us.
Girl by the bridge moulded with this feeling of ambivalence.
But it's just like
Room 1404
The one with the ribbon on the door
It's you on the floor
Balls deep
To separate us
Blindfold.
Prepared to make it out alive
Thousand spins of motion sickness
You feel the body
You feel the skin
Heel pressed into your ribcage
Bondage.
Liquid leather
Wrapped around your neck.
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