ghosts & admissons

I tremble

I feel like my sternum is split and splayed like oysters yawning open and exposing themselves like ripe genitals, quivering deliciously reserved to inhale, engulf,indulge -tensing as your breath falls upon them. Throw your head back and let that salty flesh slide down your throat. Wipe your sloppy lips, salvage your dignity and apply serviettes to your dripping chin, to your bleeding heart, to your venomous grin.

Help, I’m alive.

Labels: bad friends, unceremonious

posted by El Chupacabra @ 1:09 AM