Forest Eyes And An Amethyst Haze


something sharp where there used to be
a heart
i am wide eyed behind a foreign voice
whispering reassurance to a little girl
a little whore
my beautiful little blue eyed girl
a toasted throat breathing for a thirsty skin
like an opal, irridescent, a precious little gem inside
my apprehension
she called me a poet after all
and we slept in a tainted bed
dirtied ourselves with the filth of our own sin
our love a twisted salvation
and only you could have brought me to my knees
i can be forced to prayer, but i'll never get in that booth
my sins are mine to confess or to keep in a flooded chest
you say you could die choking on christian flesh
and i say i could die choking on yours


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