Once in a while i look for the ants crawling on my bones , crashing down my system , pouring into my throat , tearing my flesh eating my whole. Onces in the midnight clocks , i watch them cover my entire chest then my back then my hands ,
Sometimes i feel their creeping on my soul.
Then they enter into my veins .
My bluish blood turns red
They cut through my skin
I sew it one mend at a time
I see them kissing my arteries
Bursting a sense of orgasm as they look what their home inside my temple
They go down.
Below and stop to smell around
They feel suffocating in the paradise
I push them down they wanna stand up now
So i slam myself slap my sewed skin so they don't come out
They kiss me like a queen
They tell me they would die
I still push them below me
Into my paradise.
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Burning water
Poeziea set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal dra...
