Tangled dreadsof
petty mouth turds
trail into her.
That place.
Eaters can smell touch
but cameras only
Pray
You taste like
You taste like
You taste like
Not drudge but
demons
ones with
five tongues
trail into
That place.
Lullaby of ripped
Will cry to
They cry to
Her.
I.
Mangled dronesof
pretty mouth words
play for me.
That place.
Sleepers can feel flesh
but snaps only
Lie
I can’t be
I can’t be
I can’t be
Not love but
lusty
those with
eyeballs
penetrate
That place.
Requiem of fearless
Will beat to
They beat to
Me.
I
Monstrosity.
