Tonight, I shall smirk and produce cactus in my bones. Reverberating your conjured beds exhausted me. Tonight I shall not be a bean of pelican feathers, a china crockery. With the burial of your carbon mouth, I burn till the sky thumps. And then you shall explode the way I did.
Your clandestine face is like a green moth today. Pulverizing. Torrential.
The language of lonesome affairs strikes and burns my ginger thigh, moisture resides, phosphorescent sigh.
Scream and watch that burning sky. Swallow the eclipse. Revolve and rotate like wild sharks. A stack of lipids and liquids shall only entice you. You leap and crawl. Your skin is that of marine molluscs, fidgeting, concealing.
Tonight, I refuse to entertain you.
The burning wax is still my favourite companion.
®My Valiant Soul