milk slavery
drift into my room
smile sugaring a day of slavery
eyeballs so we could sink
across the ocean to devour
triangular face fallen
harpies stared hollow
they had tiny red numbers on them
milk explodes in dark rooms
there is a moment of noise bulging blue through
across the night thinned streets
a black curl on a red couch
riddled with secret passages
dissolved down narrow black spirals
salvation in a numb hand
little tentacles of red elongate
she does not move them away
my chemical angel turned
scampered up a wall
a light behind her soft hair
fur ghosting like an insect
the room was high and tight
shake fleuro in a dirty cage
the rythmic scrape of claws
the far end of the neon
a labyrinth of white corridors
crouched behind the city
under my dark nailhead
tourniquet tight
slaves crawl away
time sliced slowly down the sun interior
circling in the corners
flicking from side to side
years from everything with a red bed
troubled by parasites
eight legged into my head
she blended so perfectly
patrolled neurotically
the walls are soft and black
emitted a low hum
fabric like a brewing storm
pointless information
a dark and cobwebbed ante room somewhere
where monsters lived
and vanished into the night
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