LOVEAFTERLIFE

 

 …

It was like twisting porcelain into a knot

flesh everwhite

undeath in my arms

 …

I plucked out her spine

as if uprooting

a delicate flower

 …

and still she was kissing me

 …

her headless body

riding impalation

like the whore

 …

she never was in life

 …

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(for Baudelaire)

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About ashlomen

I am a self-destructive, lazy writer/poet... wasting my full potential on a world that doesn’t care.
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