[ knit onion rings]

[ knit onion rings]

A Poem by winter;lyra

knit onion rings
my briefly wed vampires
transpire into my night trades
say, did you extract his bile?
that which is essential
for the concotion which is superterrestrial
in all notions, poison, distortion
in the skin, corrosion, sexually potent
that risen vice

my written rites expired
when that pen fell mute
no dispute
he set foot and put cues
it was she, the muse
that laid bloody stakes
through his ribcage

© 2022 winter;lyra


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winter;lyra

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i don't understand what you mean bro

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Added on October 11, 2022
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