smooth lies lie behind the masked face
sweet words to cover up a grave mistake
injected for so long
those roots started to stink
can’t last long
like peyote, they have lost their first freshness
fumbled with weird voodoo sounds
went west instead of south
nothing could grow from this
only rejection, repugnance, ruthlessness
obnoxious taste transferred to perfume
from a brutally raped virgin
will not dissolve in alkali
all fetters must bind me
to finally be able to release
smooth, blissful secretion
knowing no lies and hypocrisy
abhorring their wretched nature
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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I loved this part. obnoxious taste transferred to perfume from a brutally raped virgin will not dissolve in alkali This poem is well written and thought provoking. Great work Mescaline.
Carrying me west & south through an hallucinogenic captivity attempting to coax the sweetest secretions but yielding naught but resentment & decay. You have twisted my mind beyond recognition & so it must remain until I find my way--not back again--but simply through & out. Things will never be the same.