Drown

Drown
Desire in
Spent hope.
Heart in
throat,
My blood is
A joke rushing
Out of this
Open wound
Mouth.
Every lecherous
Thought
Necrotic.
Sin like
Pins holding
The skin on
These taxidermy
Promises,
All full of lust
And stardust
And nothing.

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