nonsense on a burning bed of cards

Weird Poetry

death-dealt cards of crackled skin

carcassed sin

rolling blue eyes up

those lithe crawled-in thighs

unmake me on this bed of burn

of fright

of spite and exhaust

i’m the devil in white feather

and misty eye

my tears burn lava trails on your chest

i’m the devil in glimmer

and shimmer

i’m the devil of unmade beds under tidy covers

~~~

👽❤

~~~

*** Now, what the fuck is this shit, woman? ***

*** [shrugs shoulders and shakes head]…. I don’t know what it means and I will not even pretend that it is anything other than complete and utter fucking nonsense. ***

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