freak your heart betrays you
angelfish is walking
the sour grapes inside the mouth are popping and soiling thousands of years of granite carving
make a funny face
call yourself electric
esteemed
arrested by the erotic power of the motion
birthed wrapped up in egg white
curled on the pupil of an eye like a child trying to sleep
it blinks and you are washed away in saltwater
angelfreak you’ve sold something
it wasn’t mine
or yours
you’re kissing the feet of something
i can’t see what it is because i’m crouched
back naked
on stone bannister
wishing it weren’t real
wishing an escape from this place
crawl with us up the stairs towards true insight
and find there a pool of blood so similar
to the day i bathed us both.
GlitchOut 