HOME-BIRTH HAND-OFF
Angel Marcloid
YOU ARE A VEHICLE FOR FEELING ANYTHING HIDDEN TALENTS AND SUBDUED AROUSAL A TINGLING MELTED PLASTIC MOUTH SPIT SOAKING HIS WEAKENING KNEES HIS DISTANT BURNING BODY UNDER ME IM SOPPING WET AND UNHINGED HIS BONES BURN HE THOUGHT I LIVED IN THE LINE OF HIS HABITUAL ELECTRICITY BUT IM JUST BELOW THE STONE SUCKING IN A SWORD I SWEETLY DID YOUR FUCKING JOB IN OUR NEW SACRED PLACE ILL NEVER REALLY BELIEVE WHAT YOU SAY YOUD CHOOSE HE SHUT DOWN IN MY OPEN HANDS WE ARE NOW EXTRACTING WE ARE LEAVING AS SOON AS WE CAN WE WENT TO THE PLACES THAT SCARED US WE LEARNED THAT IN TIME YOU WILL SHINE AS A GHOST THATS BEEN FORGIVEN ALL ALONG YOURE NOT JUST A GHOST THATS BEEN FORGIVEN ALL ALONG YOURE A PRINCESS MY DREAM HEX I SAVED THE WRAPPERS IN MY HEAD