Poem ~ 0005 ~ Dead Cream Crust

Smiling.

Black vomit flows from my pores.
Wretched aching sores.
Cold. Frigid. Falling.

Smiling.

Wishful warts from wasted good.
Ripped sphincter dogs.
Beating. Ever. Slowly.

Smiling.

Torn scabs from the fights of yesteryear.
Putrid tongue lashing.
Sinful. Sexy. Decay.

Smiling.

Demon semen Slurpee.
Dead cream crust.
Spread. Bled. Red.

Smiling.

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