you kiss like a curse,
breathing illness into me
lovesick until –
there is blood between my teeth
soft against my fingers
from when i had tried to tear out the pulse
slipping against your skin
tyrants
By putrescent
the kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 ... More