Malignant

lalalalaaaaaaaalalalalaaaaaaaa Posts: 2,445
edited February 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
She lands her kiss,
it’s cancerous.
Hands run the wall
“you’re not so small”.
No sir.
She knows what it takes:
black tongue,
blue soul,
and the mind of a snake.

It’s the lies that still
hypnotize my will.
No need for souls
to fill these holes.
No sir.
It's all in her hands:
my love,
my pride,
and a thousand swollen glands.
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