This is where it will end.
Ripped
open
6:19 in the morning
shadowed turn from wall
to wall
to wall
Last night was a slaughterhouse
It still trickles through lymph
ivory eyes rotting off
I rubbed your skin between my toes
and he sucked the last drop.
Blood stained sheets
Hand to hand to vessel
flipped up to screaming
sprays out, shot of Vampirus
swallow
Nails down spine
Bare back ablaze
Pick off the scabs
six by six
There in the morning
6:22 AM
Closed hip fear
that no one will come
in the morning
This is where it starts
*Some words from “If I Was Your Vampire”/Eat Me Drink Me by Marilyn Manson.
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