6 by Desdemona SinestraHiss
Smoke breath
Angels on the water
Serpents on the linen
She leaves trails
God, how does she
Unparalleled
Leaves me scattered like a mist
I've got a few
It's an addiction
It's a collection
I barely touch them
It's easy to know
Someone's closing in
Be my Hangaku Gozen
I'll push and scream
My mouth is just a hole in the earth
"Precious
You're too close
I don't want to fill up with dirt
Be my demon-slaying Kali"
I don't mean it even if I mean it 10/30/2014 Posted on 10/30/2014 Copyright © 2024 Desdemona Sinestra
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