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  The Ghaspel Facemelt By: Kosative D. Oh glorious sunshine did bite through thick glass on the picturesque Cathedral walls. The brightness enveloped each nun in her garment and whispers tickled holiness in their shawls. Melted chariots awaited- All of those who were baited. For praise, PRAISE your spirit is strong. NOTHING is spoiled, Nothing is wrong! Melt, melt, melt away, seek light for comfort and desperately pray. The world will rejoice from your praise. Stay true and melt in those rays.
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 The Purse of Glamour By: Kosative D. Oh, but couldn’t it be?-- that tasty paint bourgeoisie! An epic shimmer to make a diamond pale-- burst but open from each cunt’s frail nail! Oh, rapture of perfection and glamour; the ditziness—a sparkle bound treat! Swing that cosmetics hammer as the illusion rocks to the beat! A purse! The opening, but stagnant as a well. It glitter fucked the dance hall in it’s prom dress withered spell. That curtain drenched in lip gloss-- a mask so plastered only time could tell those goddesses drenched in all they’ve lost that forever they’ll bask in their beatific lipstick Hells.  Cannibal Coins
By: Kosative D. The most horrific sight there ever did be was the cannibal twins floating the dead sea. Boasting the waters engorging human flesh beauty. Beat me, beat me! Show me my face! In shards quick eat me; show me embrace. Erase me my carnivores, show me your grace. Forsaken my innocence, with nothing to taste. Muscles unwind in this vigorous lot. Attachments in ligaments; I know I’m forgot. But just one thought I will purge through my lips: Flesh tastes sweetest in a coin’s eclipse.  Better Still Towards The Sea
By: Kosative D. What of the horrors in our laps quick folding sitting upon a river's beak? What had they told us with breaths but scolding? Only that the antidote had leaked. OH NO! Poisons to make the world better. Nothing the noose hadn't warned against carving our morals in a bold hot sweater. But ever could we be wetter? Better still towards the sea. Affluent bargains with trickery to get her and throw her off the cliff to be free.  The Jagger Hound
By: Kosative D. Sharp the jaws of the Jagger hound; momentum pawing his path Whipping through frost forests with toxins bound in that phantom’s venom wrath. He makes a soot path in his bloody wake, for the scoundrel hath fed from Hade’s lake. Dribbling and oozing of sins in smog; Ivory lungs filled with children fog. Wither and woe comes the Jagger Hound. Forceps tight as his Jagger paws. Ears as stiff as a corpse but drowned with fear erupting from his stagger jaws! and all but vicious, just because… He was cast from the waylands; societies mock but treaded light as chi. For he’d feast upon anything with a fleshy smock and would gargle such feasts with glee. But who was he really? A villain shaped in a silhouette’s glaze? T’was the hound of a demon they’d decree-- a canine dear Asmodeous would praise. Teeth crooked and viney like swords-- Draping with entails of organ chords. He hides beyond the brim of the blitz bridge waiting; The forest’s scape at dusk, his lungs vibrating. Prey for his hungry eyes elating. So look beyond the icicle alcoves to see him loom. And once you gaze, expect your doom. Doth Lies In The Gums By: Kosative D. Expressions given in gold. Whispers of feelings never but told. Lying so plainly on faces but pale. Who could catch those expressions as they sail? Hail, hail, all hail the truth-- Should be taught quite ferociously from youth. For never could a sinner catch more lively a tone-- Than the expression of deceit on their face alone. For only the wicked one doth known, the lies so stagnant encrusted in bone. But their survival lies in that they look oh so pretty-- porcelain teeth with gums oh so gritty.  Photo credit to Ryan Keller
Glass Expectations [on a Wall Mount\
- Published in Leaves of Ink By: Kosative D. Half heartedly, would I presume to wither a holy spell-- yet to what degree would said charm consume the bit of me where lightness dwells? So often am I as sheer as the glass that makes me. Each time I smile, I often disappear. Melting away to the infinite emotions that take me on a luminous faux fervent veneer. I dictate many truths from the sand None of them see through as ice. But often hold glass expectations in my hand Whilst trying desperately to suffice. I’m often ravenous and dine on corpses-- yet my meals so often remain reflective of my see through forces and consummate my glassy veins. I wonder how much sun it might take to make me visible—a glass gone opaque! For I carry diseases inside these frail walls. The world with such ease doth breaks. Folding into such memories hidden in breakable shawls-- so obstinate as it quakes. For look at me! I am nothing you see. See through as a curtain you hang for vanity. However so thick, I do think I could be Opulent, but dead to a varied degree. |
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March 2021
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