Frankenstien

Cutting, dripping, rising, scarring and scattered like divine passion spitting out of an untrained mouth.So glorious and profane, unearthed, unleashed, untamed, buried deep and plucked instantaneously to seep and rip and consume like a brilliant faceless opening of honour and rape.Ugly and wholesome and still beautiful.So beautiful. Beauty itself trickling through the nose, wrists and belly button.Armpits of nausea and headiness and the smell of your kiss on a wandering mouth.Treachery and honour and love, all in your touch of evanescence and eluding history of horror.Jades and rubies and pearls of whore houses and chandeliers reflected in your limpid eyes.Viral fever running along your aura and black blood in your flesh kingdom.Odour of decay and anti-septic screams in your teeth and tongue of pink depravity.Your old flesh and throbbing meat,mixed with the vegetable stare of faded pictures and people walking, animated like a gaping wound, contracting and expanding with bacterial health and life likeness.A pretty sight for vegetable soreness in the genitals and heart linked with zippers of rusted and closed nerves.