Life should be canceled when your brain's been through a sleep-deprived meat grinder. Just like this disgusting comfort; half asleep like your gushing heart pulsates awful scents of danse macabre. The way you pluck your veins from branch arms, off the thick tree can rip fingers from knuckles, skin the cherries of your cartilage from the muscle, weak from hemophilia. Cicada shells floating like corn flakes on grime. Milk is a shiny, dangerous, viscous mixture of bacteria and granulated cow udder.
Dirty compassion erodes like a vomit of oil rainbows. I kill a duckling and its feathers bathe in a psychedelic turnstile.
Both bothered and horribly unbearably suffocated by soft caterpillar loins and tendons freeloading throbs from my lips, the whole body of filthy love is destructive.
A brain stutters drip drip from a white, swarovski wall of teeth- beat right out of the fairy herself. |
Submission Name: Disgusting Comfort
