irreverent telepathy

soak my sins in mahogany

let us invite the morning

turpitude waning, decorous

choral indignation

suffering, a final note

hung in hall of disregard

phylogeny of manic regret

we can fall no further

than now

place your pawn

be wise, condemn us

for you will know

our fingers are for


harmful sensations,

this kiss


but i bleed you

with ragged breath

swallowing holy water

imploring death

to come and love

me, misogyny.


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