lady in waiting, lady in red. i'll be watching horizons
making the bed while you wash your vagina
comfortable silence is a mantra we hide in
your screams, the song of a siren. often misguided
i'm not the brightest bulb, you're dawn at the beach
your rose is in bloom. that holy water recedes
until blood rushes through your petal blossom, the leak
as a monthly reminder that we are free.
parents to none, daughter and son, cotton and cum
lay a towel down and fuck until we're numb.
god bless
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Zack Wicks for president
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