Dystopian Junk Mail

Mercury Kiss Cycle

mercury kiss cycle

He's so casual
when it comes to poison
He fucks me like he's soulless
When he has no breath left
I snake out of his bed
and hit the hot pavement
under my cold stomach
I leave my perfume
over his body
and my taste on his lips
like a gasoline that I ignite
so he burns in his bed
awaiting my return
to put his fire out

#poetry