CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT
Bluelighter
.:Breath of the city hot on my back:.
The city runs over my skin like
A greyed tongue licking a pane
Of spotted glass.
Its shortened safety scissors
Catch on my grooves and dance
A fettered step;
Torn stripes line into my eyes.
Pulled sweat through my thick
Closed thighs
The city warms me with its
Stench and then dies.
Walking the ruins of a heavy veil
Numbness runs sordid over
Mouldy, cloudy glasses
The bones run and heave
My blistering longing leaves
And the city lies listless
In its waking dream.
The city runs over my skin like
A greyed tongue licking a pane
Of spotted glass.
Its shortened safety scissors
Catch on my grooves and dance
A fettered step;
Torn stripes line into my eyes.
Pulled sweat through my thick
Closed thighs
The city warms me with its
Stench and then dies.
Walking the ruins of a heavy veil
Numbness runs sordid over
Mouldy, cloudy glasses
The bones run and heave
My blistering longing leaves
And the city lies listless
In its waking dream.
