kisses that bruise;

he’s tainted of her.  hymns drip from cerise brims   (  PETALS   of sacred betrayal,  sheathing honey wrought verbose which seeks to   D E S T R O Y.  ),   and he’s already   PLAGUED.   bubonic pores wreak of memory,  bedside prayer betwixt moonlit sonata and decrepit cathedral.   a cathedral they set flame to.   TIME AND TIME AGAIN.   pyre sought destruction,  a taste for poisoned chalice,  prayer at a carnal temple,  repeat.   ravage.   feed.   REPEAT.   gravestone where morals should lay.   his body is a mausoleum for holy death,  a museum of lost hope,  a shrine to   JUDAS   himself.   always bestowing others with thorned wreaths.   always adorning pestilence.   exorcise him,  gilded chest of fractal   DIVINE INTERVENTION   (  his creation  )   percolating in feigned imploring symphonies:   EXORCISE HIM.   but,  he’d never let you.   he’d never let you tread close to molasses heart,  overcome in   ASH   and guarded by putrefied   BONE. 

he breathes war,  bleeds ruin,  and   BREEDS   perfidy.   with he who so eagerly sins,  there cannot be trust. when there is no trust,  scarab is left to feast upon christened demons and the whereabouts of the last beacon of frail bond. 

                    ❛       you gotta stop   stalkin’   me then,  sweetheart. 

❛                                      stalking you ?   that’s rich.   ❜

SHE SHEDS THE WEIGHT OF   her transgressions with the malice of a candy-coated smile, the guise cultivating hidden destruction.   guilt performs well under the circumstance of awareness.   ah, but innocence is lost, from celestial dexterity to temptation of fractured boundary.   wax decay under each dust hymn, the broken ring of purity.   trust is a virtue; he is devoid of any.   yet the acceptance is warranted since she is devoid of virtue in its entirety.

and the audacity !!   -— of his false divinity, the venom underlining the words dripping from his mouth ( he was the first one to leave, in the end ).   how he claims to hold his ground, but the truth is exposed between the both of them, under unseen consensus.   how he thinks he still has the power to get under her skin, or so she would imagine.   it’s insulting, his very presence.   prayers like broken bones, strung within a canvas of vibrant color, rotting corpses and shattered glass.   from the ashes of a holy battleground, in her eyes, mixed with the curvatures of abandoned dialect.

but she’s a tainted form of persephone.   she’s arched by conformity because she will lose her war otherwise, her smile the only indication of a response, at first, before the words poisoned by her tongue create a new myth              bringing clarity to the facade.   lips begin to curl in dissatisfaction.

a wolf.   reborn under sunlight.

REMOTE ACIDITY.   AS ELASTIC AS   the abandoned awareness in the tomb of her chest.   she leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression tightened with something unrecognizable.

lashes flutter in beat of butterfly wings, crown cants to side and anthracite hues fix upon a venus de milo. brims stained by pomegranate part in silence, envy to carved marble figure flits across features ‘fore stupor breaks, silvery tone echoing quietly from harmony struck chords.

❛ –––– enid.. and you ? if i may ask the same ? ❜

❛   laurel.   ❜

WITH THE DRAWN ACIDITY OF   comprehension.   the way a delicate face twists in rivalry, wringing her heart, the way the name enid smears itself across a wall of acceptance, commanding authority when she has the tendency to shift.   a blade, marred by neurotic dips, depravity.   venom coloring a web of cyanic veins, the sinister dip behind the curve of her lips.

❛    your name sounds familiar.   ❜

THE AUDACITY TO BATHE IN   the lack of propriety, it's embraced.   although, morality wears her expression in increments of exhausted confirmation; thus, she’d much rather leave her inclination with the branches of possibility.   glacier-skinned consequence, the means to disrupt the illusion of halcyon.

there had been plucked trinket betwixt elongated limbs,  fingerpads of gilded grease,  brass dirt,  bronze blood,  galaxies of divine intervention manifests in scars.   a sliver of his being expected the touch,  another fraction of cerberus  caught wholly   EXPOSED.   jaw cants,  almost   GLIDES   to connect like limb to oak,  to the broad bone of his shoulder.   argent optics flicker to catch her own glacial gaze,  thicket of lashes obscuring mischievous glint,   POLARIS   entrapped   (  S T O L E N  ).   brims pull to capture   RAPTURE   in devious grin.   ironic was the religion in his frame, fractals of   GODLY   kaleidoscope wrought in stygian vein, soot root.   HEAVEN’S UNWANTED,   banned from opal gates and succumbed to the fate of criminal activity.   a new altar at an insidious cathedral. 

                     ❛       we’ve   GOT   to stop meeting like this.

THIS IS WHERE HER UNHOLY   adoration is found.   caught in knots, in the lining of her jaw.   the mouth of a predator, grace waning at the ruins of a battleground.   where clouds of dust and seas of blood JUSTIFY the weight of a savage kind.   wax poetry stains her lips like rose wine, a contradiction to the lax ivory presented with the kiss of a sneer.   languid fingers saunter across his chest, gold clawing passages of contradictory redemption under the stain of marble.

intensity.   the focus of gospel pinned between her teeth.

the north star becomes a myth, pocketed in her breastbone, captured in the tomb of her chest.   enamored, pieced beauty.   the tomb for a heart stuck in decaying peace.

BROKEN VOWS CARVE INTO THE   smile like a declaration of war, thick and vibrant rose.   intricate.   a new language on an ancient tongue, refined by the dawn of a recreated era.

diluted adoration, but still measurable despite her attempt to create contrast.   words cut through the silence, pointed weapons, shattered glass.   strewn across ruins, their own form of sacrilege.   MERCY strung, decaying her heart         she mars his, neurotic tendency the means of their reform.   the point of no return.   her heart is cognizant of the lack of neutrality delivered by time, a hand lifting to rest on his shoulder, softly.   just stroking the bond of tender curiosity.