Lovers III: The Flesh Artists
Make my heart your art
Lover, get Ballardian
on my epicardium.
Crack my brittle ribs apart
and expose my beating heart.
Insert the tips of screaming steel
Etch the membrane with your needle
Let ink permeate my insides,
each beat retracing your designs.
Thus we mark this lovers' day
in a way that cannot fade.
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Addison Alder
Writer of Wrongs. Discontent Creator. Editor of The Gristle.
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Let none of it be washable but the stain remain in all its precious wonder & glory!
Oooo, I loved how bloody this was hehhehehe