Pictures don’t lie, but your eyes do

Whatever happened to the lantern in the sky?

Did they finally recover your body from the edge of the cliffs?

Did they retrieve my sapphire ring from the furnace?

Soft corridors gyrate with plastic paroxysms

Red velvet walls lined with lead and murmuring malady

Cascades of searing red sparks trill the psalm of silence

Your sinuous arms break apart like toothpicks

Stroke your needle scar

Cut your name across thе twilight

God child exhumed

Pervеrted by embrace