Death Married Death To Death

Death looks at a flower, screaming I am beautiful look here I am, come eat me, alone. Death hovers, smiling, never waiting, walking always by, knowing that, any thing that touches it will also soon, never die. Death is love, love is death, why are you both, death is your pet pink pig, and two flying pearls. Death is a dry cracked nipple, sleeping, holding on to the flesh untill it falls off. Death is a bullet fixed, never moving, why does the world move you through it. Death is a voice always quite, sounding alarms to walk across the street knowing you look while you come running. Death is a woman, who is crazy, thinking the world is spinning into her coffee. Death to all men who think they can save the woman by marring death and eating her sandwich. Death fingered you, you loved it, now you finger me, leaving my bee exposed on the flower, you buzzed. Death's own flower is always sweet and poignant on me, It is always open for you to smell. and it's red alarms, you ignored, still here now it comes, alone, to see you as one.