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Lure

Adored gestures follow
tender advances
to which she complies
and a fortress beckons
Lights guide this vacant craft
 
I am skin stretched  over flesh
I endure cleft voices
I eat the bones when fresh
I am the beholder
I make them free
I hold the door for her
 
And I 'am’' your god now
 
It hates being flayed
Flinching at cold steel
Things treated like delicacy
While it cowers and abhors
I enjoy the vital removal
It loses as I ardor

(2014)

Inspired by Acid Bath

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