a smokey garden of lemongrass
.................eggshells.
everywhere.
on my wall, in my body and on my
.....................................................hand.
a sea of feathers.
serpentine strokes of insanity slither like juice
dribbling
down your
......back
..........neck
lips
.barren lips that die
.lifeless words that live
one smokey asp whispers in my ear
...come to me
i will refresh you
i will eat you alive
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