White Lies

 

Choisy Labyrinth

Image via Wikipedia

 

You prick
I prick
we have apple tissue

our spines collide
vetebraic ideals
lauding us
as beings

you kiss
I kiss

I relapse
you relapse
butterflies can burn
into colourful pages
of ink clotted verses

page after page
pulse after pulse
breath after breath

blood smirked lies
bathed in white muscles
and flesh
with red muted scents

blood smirked lies
dressing white collared outlines
behind success
behind ties

lines in hands
bleeding shocks

white is so pure
white is so distressful

you lie
I lie

with those same white bedsheets
silhouettes so booked

in a blood smirked life…

 

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