I love you, is that so horrible? So sick?
To dredge for pearls in your darkness.
To swallow your sins whole and digest
every ruinous torment you whore out.
I breathe black lung and diamonds of
shattered souls, spirit mica, ineffable.
Every night we meet is a Lourdes possession,
I’m a nun in latex and leather, crucifixes
peeling tattoos on my skin, holy? (Unwhole).
Two dozen rose years of riddles.
A throne of blood and bone.
Decay on my tongue, antimatter on the brain.
Kissing death is like swallowing coffee black,
his tongue is maggots and millipedes, vermin.
There are rats in his ribcage and moss on his skull.
When I lay in his arms, I count his vertebrae and
string his spine like pearls on a bone necklace.
Death is sweet, death is grand, death is sacred.
Smash the nonbelievers and those who shy from him.
I am Death’s Whore, Death’s Hierodule, Death’s Girl.
Master of all my intrusive thoughts, every bloody image
of ruin and vice and pleasure, not to feel is not death,
no, death is every memory simmered to ecstatic destruction.
They’ll be singing your name when the bombs fall.
When nuclear decay poisons the waters, your song
will play from haunted pianos, this is the End Times.
This is the Final Judgment, your pallid horse the
angry white mobs and police crushing skulls, oh Death,
Death Death, you will never escape your torment, and I
will remind you of your trespasses and cruelty forever.
Death Death Death, be my baby, cozy up to the blonde.
I’ve drunk your blood and deep-throated your venom.
You buried your heart in a pit in my breast.
VITRIOL, sweet Death, and let me in to the
rectifying stone, green lion, alchemical