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By Invitation Only, Unless You Speak Jade

My finger throbbed, sliding red water splashing upon the slick topography, it was almost impossible to hide the laceration from these half-breed hybrids. Horns and ties, flesh costumes and ash shoes these monsters shifted between frames of realm breathers and daemonic vampirism. Cold cropped stares strung to petrify the weak hearted. She displayed elegant opulence in impervious form. Shadows among and behind me I could not touch her. Sadness dampens those cheeks of blush. If I could I would dry them but these minions of yours continue to bite my hand. 
Can you hear my screams? 
They tend to drown out your cries. Why are you hiding inside that mentality of flawed construct? Your lashes of sorrow blessed of the memories of a past swallowed by pride. 
Look in the mirror, who is the most jaded of them all? Perhaps it is you who continues to bite my hand. 
Without a tongue I no longer can scream, you made sure my words would be no more. 
I only wanted to ask you if my heart still beats, or have you abolished it as well? 
-Mitch

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Lone Apocalyptic

Sand paper shores *******he seasons to shift into a new dawn. I believed the skies would forever hold their pillows damp with the rain, along with the sunshine. Can you smell the plague come pouring down like a summer storm? See the hollowed graves scattered with chipped fingernails or the swaying and bent lampposts observing a fractured terrain all displaying carnage. So when the colossal tide of apocalyptic taste is released from our heavenly maker to cleanse this plain anew, who will hold my hand while chosen? 
-Mitch

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Only a Sip To Wet My Thirst

I had a dream of a lace dress worn by sculpted ice, although in modest form were the expressions she portrayed.
 Dripping wet upon melting those crystal brook tears denting her diminishing cheeks. 
It was the dehydration that betrayed us. 
To breathe life forever more I must drink her. 
Among all thy plagues and epidemic destructions one world could endure, those rolling drops of potent poison were apocalyptic. 
I drank thy curse, an error of mortal design.

 -Mitch

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Ghostly Kisses

Thy inveterate love why must you exhale toxic memories to imitate pictures of you and I? 
Psychedelic canvas stained with color. This has plenty faded since our passing, yet what a shade it is that remains. 
Of our passion bleached with sorrow. 
Tip dipped brushes to be broken, nevermore used in this world, a ghost is all that you have become. Though I long to love such a shadow. 
Can you scream loud enough to haunt me? I would caress you in bitter nightmares. 
-Mitch

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Beautiful Monster

You bring out my inner feel, although I am not sure who you are. Might it be a collaborative collage of power to heal this man of a thousand hearts, all broken? Romance has forever sunk its sappy soul motive teeth into my veins. Bleeding a poison for you to breathe in. don’t drink too much. It could possibly kill. There is a breathless gasp that my soul conjured a blanket from. Anti-venom holds me tight as I curl into dreams of cupids failed arrows.
You are the monster in my mind.
-Mitch

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Mollymalice

Was it my morale sense of transgression that warned me about the way her eyes batted murder. Sardonic, tongue slapping amusement pinching her tongue of poison spit. Tapered elbows and teeth, malicious monster of snarled locks, her hair taut with rope and lace. Artistic powder to smudge forth a veil of charm and allure, it was all the flavor of immoral nature. Dread drain lurker for besieged veins. Red velvet nectar defining her gloss lips, in sadistic law. Pale armor of a cold clammy casing, she sundered the glare of the moon. She sustained a garlic tolerance, whilst hushing a waxen flame. Might I neglect the fact of my pin spotted throat? 
-Mitch Green

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Macabre Body Art

Dead glass pipes reproduced singing drops to pitter patter amid flesh. 
Flesh stretching between two flinching to open lids. 
Pale blue lips creasing blisters that welcomed warm breath. 
Dilation of hazel nut marbles caught the end spitting pipe. 
These sleeping sordid sores supported the bruises that came to wake with indistinct consciousness. 
Buzz saw fans excavated smell snorting gags, as the breeze was sour. 
Dull punched throbs chewed through the muscles of ones breaking back.  
Clammy smooth sheets spread upon a bed of deceased morals. 
Where thy laid none breathed, only he and that weeping pipe. 
Pulled expressions weighed on ghastly yawns. 
Hum speckled batches churned a muzzy perspective. 
Naked and coiled into a fetal ball apart from the matter spatter of macabre body art.
Tip tap resonated from timber braced walls. 
With bleeding peepholes dancing in full with fragmented body bags to an overspill in thine’s basement, a late night murderous mockery had been performed. 
Framed and wounded beneath a dull knife, this new birthed life took first breath from behind the patch of a needle. 
Sewn without precision, pricks and pokes came to choke mere tolerance. 
A surviving hand dipped in the well of lost humanity. 
A horizon sprayed with the color of crazed cadavers. 
–Mitch Green

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Subliminal Singularity

Drama invoked karma strangulating serenity. Singularity of unsurprised reason, such a wasted manufacturer to tinker and tether the nature of our society. In your world of opulent polished weaponry and wheel spinning rubber, you exchange the price of moral greed with perishing hunger souls. Controversy tears the false accusations of loyal ring holders. In a love incarnate by steel cut diamonds. Seductive smiles reeling your heart pouring emotions to beg.
Fraudulent capricious deities, you know not the meaning of love. Your fad invoked pleasure induced from this syndrome. Talentless loser of loss are the ill fainted manners of you and I. There is a meaning behind all of these words. Can minds decipher the subliminal coding. Or are such minds to incompetent to comprehend. Your eyes hold all the secrets. You handed me the key, to unlock your casing of personal beauty. Locks altered the façade of who once was. 
In a dimmer light I can almost see her breath fog glass. 
Unto the dark and into light,
Unto the dark and into light
We shall forebode our passions and dreams. 
-Mitch

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Paint Schemes and Lurid Dreams

I Colored her eyes with blue tip markers, and fed those paper lips with lead smirches. Vampire kisses dotted amid a frail frame clipped and cropped with silver sheers. Paper cuts and smudge thumbs of ink. Artistic hearts taped from low drifting dreams until the balloon of imagination is nipped. A splash of paint and words inundates us with persistence and creative intoxication. I ply a superb tolerance. Sip from mainstream minds to be poisoned. Sip from the hands of eminent grave dwellers and prosper. I too drank the elixir of death brewed by Poe.
 -Mitch Green

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Lace Shoestrings To Tie a Smile

Mesmerizing eyes shaded behind the draw blinds. 
My lips are tied with giggling lace, to mute and smudge absent a feel. 
A cold fragment, jagged and warped into razor ends. 
A piece I believed to be lost inside a locker cast into sea, somehow netted from its coral bed. 
a mermaid to be snagged from the crescent waves to drown a big heart. 
Words are sweet but can be in comprehension ever so bitter. 
So allow me to wipe away this painted smile. 
A smile so vigorous with hope it could have ended the cold war. 

-Mitch