i tie you up in acheronian black silks. they felt so good against my face, but these holiest of relics rightfully pass from trembling hands to dirtied nails. it all sticks to you, leaving behind pillow death-masks &;seran wrap osculate.

counterfeit these words ;cause this little girl;s lips shake too hard. blue boys on her wall. radio straight to the head, head plugged in &;connected by means of shortwire &;electrified mesh. it;s an animal cage &;ancient deepsea divers.

gonna love me, darling?

it;s a designer dilemma of designer drugs &;too much vintage for one so small. do you glow as green as me?