Paint My Feathers Black
days are dust
co+war+d/ice
but to eliminate the evangelical —
archfiends of madness reign.
fractured fantasies flirt with fugitive flesh
dilapidated dumpsters
desire's discarded gentleness
crepuscular crescent moon casts a gaudy glow
stolen scripts
where shadowy figures entwine and go
sordid snippets stutter
a scandalous serenade
echoing eerie echoes
as the night's darkness is made
surrender to the wanton waltz of vice
this baroque brothel of broken dreams
beauty is a sublime
palliative profundity puckers
puckered lips proclaim
sweetness of surrender
succumb to pain
this fusillade of fetid fever
find my thrall
blessed bondage to the maelstrom
where madness is the only law
Copyright © Beatrix Macabre | Year Posted 2024
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