You think your heart is safe dangling in front of your face like a fresh apple stabbed by an icicle that is infested with termites that dance to un-heard music of which is just a spell cast by the chameleons surrounding us who are now leeching onto our faces like ticks a tic-toc we gonna be dried raisins by the time these vampire lizards get their fill but I forget that it is your heart I speak of, so let me speak of it:  BLEED BLOOD BLED let the ambrosia of your legs coat the back of my mind like ice cream stuck in my throat CLAW CLAWS CLAWED let my fingers slip under that umbrella that shield your feet from tears BITE BITES BITTEN let my fangs sink into the stem of your blooming face—aka lets fuck.


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