i have absolutely no excuse for this jesus christ i am a mess of a human being honestly this is exactly what it sounds like shut up
taken apart; made and remade -
formed into flesh you know better than i.
paint me a map of the places we laid,
sing out my name on the breath of a sigh.
death and rebirth, all manners between,
shaped in the shadow of quiet respite:
tacit and tranquil to what it might mean,
soothed in the coolness and clearness of night.
starved in our revelry, make me your feast;
supple and succulent only for you.
drape me in carnage, by dusk under beast -
by dawn a carnation, covered in dew.
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