less than desirable

she's mine to judge
and the night is young
so we'll sit and wait
until something breaks
like blood on ice
and cracks in my smile
i seek to dissolve her inhibitions
and decide what she will know

paranoia

i can't draw pictures
of her hair
or her eyes
that
ensnare
and draw cold lines across my throat
and lips in misted air

x<0

in chewing off your face, i spat out your tongue
choked on your brain
and found your eyes to be hard and stale
your ears were delicious
as were your collagen and wax lips
no doubt unaccustomed to such unamorous bites

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