You're wearing too many layers;
I want to lick you.
I want the drop dead bombs to kick open their
payloads and rain fiery blood across the
whole ****ing world, and melt
away your skinny layers.
I want to taste you.

When your wedding dress rips against
the handcuffs
and while the cellophane is
still intact,

as robins dripping dry from
the holocaust hollow sky skim lifeless
from the hemorrhage of the tree line,
and an anthem of eyelids sing,
blinking as syringes full of
turpentine pass through the retina,
I want to lick you;
You're wearing too many layers.

like it,
teasingbrunette