Red Robes
lonely soul
retrieve this ache
and rid it from me by those in veil
their wet and precious
naked rose
ive caught truths in my throat
to offer the takers silent meat
upon my bones
and flesh
they feast - in robes stained dark from thirst and hunger
while blackness streams upon my slumber
take my gentle neck into their teeth
and break the shallow skin.
im sin
a whore layed in their laps
entranced by sharpened claws
begging adulterers' alcohol
i crave each time i drink
they serve me luscious sleep
Copyright © Andrea Ashton | Year Posted 2010
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