Sin
The warm colorings of squirm
latches onto your inner crest.
Perferating your defenses
while your ignorance is new.
Carrion seduction in a taunting stench,
beckons your sanity to
brave it all.
Taste the sweet fires of destruction.
Live in death's defiance, unpredictable, rebellion.
It gazes at you in that exotic way.
Relish in the moment and roll in
the slop of filth.
Cross your eyes
and feel on morbid expectations.
Salivate as you crawl.
Be taken,
nailed to the walls of evermore.
End
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2020
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