The Welcome
by KJ
The gentle warmth of light
swaying on a wick behind
a spooky orange disguise
swells quietly inside you
Each vein in your skin
takes hold of its breath
and throttles away till
your needs turn bluish
Impatient flashes of peach
from a procession of moist,
rackety tits decay on the
curve of your sore retinas
A mirror gives the whole
moment again and again
in all its mercilessness &
you strain to fully ignore
the despotic, carnal world
Convulsions spell fuck you
to each of the holes asking
to jettison, to harden, to
hook to orifices, as a river
of sorrowful liquids runs
wolfishly into the porcelain
dark leaving you paler than
the dolls who will open the
doors on their little rooms
for parts of you to come in
by KJ
The gentle warmth of light
swaying on a wick behind
a spooky orange disguise
swells quietly inside you
Each vein in your skin
takes hold of its breath
and throttles away till
your needs turn bluish
Impatient flashes of peach
from a procession of moist,
rackety tits decay on the
curve of your sore retinas
A mirror gives the whole
moment again and again
in all its mercilessness &
you strain to fully ignore
the despotic, carnal world
Convulsions spell fuck you
to each of the holes asking
to jettison, to harden, to
hook to orifices, as a river
of sorrowful liquids runs
wolfishly into the porcelain
dark leaving you paler than
the dolls who will open the
doors on their little rooms
for parts of you to come in
About KJ:
KJ likes to write poems a lot.
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