Your hands look cold.
Good thing I don't have fire.
I want your fingers falling off.
I want you to be the next meal for the dogs.
Your eyes are so unattractive, they make magnets explode.
Responses shutting off.
I've lost my pendant cross.
Your bones will shatter as every word is a thousand hammers, slowly creeping.
Inching up your back.
Forthwith, I cancel all acquaintances.
Pale goddess, where are your wings?
Stuttering slowly, I find love between lips and teeth.
Every kiss, a liar covets.
Every breeze roars an applause.
Walk down this lonesome street and never speak of me.
"The floor is the ceiling! The ceiling's the floor!"
I severed my phone and umbilical cord.
The hourglass had spoken, "The sand has run out."
A broken signal jammer. The dreaded nautilus.
I hear a soft voice whisper, "There's God in all of us..."
Indeed, we sugarcoat our speed.
We worship and pray. We touch up and play.
Call out your serpents.
Carry your swords.
Interpret charisma.
Burn them with words.
Carry catastrophe.
Absolutions become absolved.
Sin sings subjectively.
Lozenges lodged in your larynx.
There is God in all of us.
Listening to saints tell stories of redemption.
I'm not comfortable unless there's melody behind it.
There is God in all of us.
With every Holy Ghost cornered, just know that eternity never exhales.
There is God in all of us...