Hogpile

She proposed these dying words.
She released these apprehensions.
A wilted promise on the face off some untilled field.
Growing like weeds on the edge of my mind.

Lips like a serrated edge.
On the surface of some subtle beauty.
Futile beauty of a Dasmascus Queen.
Quilted like ropes on the noose of my vision.
Injecting self deprevation.
Over and over again.

Listless caress of a succubus.
A mouth made to swallow.
Consuming the come of a world she created.
The seeds of forgiveness for the lies that she told.
Lifting her skirt for the smiles of deception.
So sullen, so sad, like the serpent that starves for the screams of his prey.

A tear stains the cheek of the flawless, painted whore.
Tears of an unsane sorrow.
Tears for the diseased, dying petals of her laboratory blossom.
Taking and taking it all into herself.
Spreading her legs for the convenience of fiction.

I'm watching an angel fall from the sky.
I'm watching her needle threading my eye.
And I'm watching her, without wings, trying to fly.

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Through dead blue eyes.