Your Mad, Loud Love

There’s an open gash,

letting out metallic vapors,

deep in your chest.

A cavity, raw and

red, eschewing lies

and blood and a 

cavernous rage.


You are flicking your tongue,

forked and springy,

and reeling me into

your mad, loud love.


Hypnotize them, it’s all

you do, with one

sad eye and your

open gash.

Pity, it doesn’t kill them.


Sickly sweet lies

and coppery poison,

I inhale and drink,

swimming and flailing

in the heady stupor

of your mad, loud love.

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