tears decorate your face,
glitter and sequins
I would lick,
pull off the silver drops
with 100 proof kisses.
a showgirls smile
shines with the sparkle
of a fractured mirror.
I must of broke them all
to be stuck where
neon bleeds
in an incandescent night.
I hate myself enough to
accept your flesh.
A communion of sins and
warmth the desert won't give.
Let the lie be simple,
a story told in animal silence.
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