Walking silently about the house
Having minor moments of dissociation
I am surrounded by these vital
Elegants
While showers come down
And die right down again
In presence
I cannot control the shedding
Just as I can't control the spread
Of tainted lamb's blood
On the bedding
The sickly scent
It gives me euphoria
A perfect disrupted trinity
My painted hips
My sainted lips
My black honey
My fingertips
All are replaced and remade each night
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