my little darling
lady of the
sea.
You cherish nothing
more
than
the little birds
calling to you
from behind
the screen.
My little lady
a cast in shells
squeezed
and kissed from
inside.
You bare all
that
I
smother.
No kiss
no bliss
no little
crisp,
the sensation lies
within its spell
and nothing but
the smear
of aching
bells.
Come and sit,
taste my bitter-
sweet
and fall amongst
our ashes
as
we sink
and eat
our mothers
flesh.
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