2022-03-11 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry
feasting Rip my heart out from my uncut chest. Yank the glistening, beating timepiece from my Bodily fortress, past the creamy smooth Buttresses, over the moat of bloody molasses.
My mouth was once fed the story of a boy who died Of comfort, suffocated by cushions. Living in a castle in the sky, a plush, spacious room, On a crimson bed of velvet and silks that told no lies,
The boy lied, like soft faux fur, Seduced with reassurances and comforts. A worming thread, hidden in my atrial chambers, A parasite that calls my affection home.
I soak it with loving blood, foaming desirous suds. Shelter it with my seeking lips, ticking generous hands.