Mad Mistletoe

 

we made a terrible mistake
standing under a mad mistletoe
while we kissed
the ceiling turned to metal heaven
boiling
your teeth gleamed like needles
your mouth like dark jam
your eyeballs went white
like empty bottles
your lips turned to knives
my throat your Jello
your embrace was steal
crushing
your cunt set my pants on fire
your saliva melted my lips
my tongue was chewed
my legs trembled and flexed
my hands turned to fluttering birds
my feet where scorched
as if  soaked in hot sugar
the floor molten
your ass turned to warm butter
you ripped at my throat
i was dissolving
a man at dis-juncture with himself
there is only you
oh thank god for mad mistletoe

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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