a melon rind

too disorganized, but I'll come back to it later

Hello slithery
lovely, leather prince
comsuming mice

I'll shell myself out
I am a melon rind
I am a lover of your kind

Sweetly sucking
you dry of your juices
until you lack
the energy to cry

Pickled life makes
you so dissatisfied
the sour, salty hours
drum you over
to grow such sickening petals

I'll shape up
but not to be broken down
with the fungus among us
I'll forget the death angel's
luring glare
when I get a lock of
your gold soaked hair

Reviews

[celyn]

I love it disorganised.. but then again, I always seem to love your writing.