Poetry

Lilith

By September 5, 2022No Comments
Woman in love has
Eyes like saucers
Jammed with quivering worms
.
Blind of sight, her nostrils
Sharp to smells of darkened corners
.
Pale and warm, her thighs
Yearn to embrace the emerging
Object into the hollow of her
Pit, to weave a web ‘round the face
Of the desired, to feast on
Chunks of love
.
She has a womb
For rent, a cunt
To donate
.
Her limbs bent her body chants her nails sink her hands grab
She opens her mouth like fish; shuts her mouth
She floats on waves withered and limp
.
Alas
Woman in love is the savage Lilith
In constant fall and rise

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