domesticate the animals
these people will eat you
(everything is an illusion)
sounds from a room
sex or death
coming or going,
I nail the door shut
the stench is overwhelming
(the kids shouldn’t see this)
you and your soft porn eyes,
my celestial high
my overground
what will I do without you
when the fears reawaken,
without your touch,
without the promise of everafter
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| (Of Sex and Death Art Print by mjtillustration) |
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