Partially Clothed, Falling Down Staircase

Spike my punch with arsenic
Turn table rattle snakes
Sing a special song for me
Put a barcode on my arm
Place me on the alter
Next to the sacraficial lamb
Heart shaped crystals litter my room
Cut my feet on them as I walk
Acrimonious insults
Spew from your fingertips
As our tongues dance wildly
My hair is a fire hazard
Light a match
And kiss it goodnight
Turn on a lamp to see
Nymphs playing hide and seek with my toes
The snake slows the song
Spike my arsenic with punch next time love
And maybe
Our song will be longer.

by Kate Breeze

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