tip of knife.

tip of knife,
playing snake on flesh,
just tip,
stencilling along surface,
blood leaking slowly,
a harrowing incident,
of how when one dies,
other hearts pop,
in offering.
like balloons to sky,
in memory.

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Decapitation

DECAPITATION love has decapitated me over and overand rebuilt me,to be the Sun that glows,more brightly than any other Star,

Mad Woman

and god knows how the pink parts of me, the parts that make up my skin. The epithelial layer of

the Whales came.

In everytime Lifetime,you will Find meyou said to me, the last time, so I will wait,whilst I turn myself into

tip of knife.

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Decapitation

Mad Woman

the Whales came.

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