Poems from ledrakezho

Sweet black molasses sap, Spilled from the spicket, tapped into the forbidden tree, Danced and fell behind red lips, Touched and fumbled...
Running mascara, is the only compliment, to these bloodshot hazel eyes, I wonder why
I looked in the mirror today, only to see the androgynous face , of a broken Gothic stone angel gazing back at me, Her black quill...
These bandages covering my body, they won't come off, I'm stuck in the purgatory prison of dysphoric mirrors, no actual skin is ever shown...
Dried rust covers the walls turned iron, covered in hydraulic spurts of super glued wounds, Bursting pressure of pipes gouged and crushed...

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