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Apples
Sweet Scorpio, whispering and wandering, the shadow of your shoulders swallows me whole, and I am at the mercy of a pretty party girl. My dearest love. My dearest sickness. While the moon moves, divine and decided, we watch our wicked dreams, weaved by witchcraft. This is inevitable. I have walked this path, met and…
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Escalator
I was due another conference with my conscience, but I was swarmed, swimming in the summer’s bees and the last of my spring dreams, living in August, while April fought for my attention. My conscience, and the priest I paid to guard it had grown impatient, sighing as I locked myself away in my castle,…
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Palace
I built a palace from my darkness, dwelling within it, sharing secrets with my solitude, wondering about the wonder of being loved, and if it was worth demolishing my home to truly feel it. I patched myself up in the pitch black. I had been wounded for so long, smiling as scarlet surrounded me, until…
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What Will The Neighbours Say?
The sky is scandalised, setting eyes on God’s golden daughters, arm in arm, lips, achingly close, the devil dancing between their starving stares.
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I read your message, and then I put my phone down and went back to my dinner
I’m your opium.You’re overdosing.Barely coping,hot sweats,huge debts to the devil.You spend and you spend,beg, again and again,I scare you to death,but you can’t stay away.I look in your eyes,and I see what I’ve done.I don’t feel a thing,and you feel everything.