Skin Flowers

Crawling up my cold feet, I sink into the end of the couch
Looking at your entrails, I bite my tongue
I feel a whisper of dead pleasure swindling away what I stand for
You lick my throat as my eyes roll back into my skull
Lifted up and rolled over, an invisible rope is strewn across the arm rest
Tell me this is how you cracked all your other puppets
You smile and wait for me to decide what’s best
Set in stone, my fate was never complex
These snakes will leave your heart and fill thе hole in my chest