HER Only sIN

Claws of steel snap shut,
The sun rises on empty sockets of visionary short comings - joints dislocated
Between here and there cracked marble limbs unstable - Communication stops
Blood flow transformed in non reality
HER Only sIN

Balancing needle point incissions,
There are no marks or stations, save haemorrhaged religion
Life line withheld for track preference snap shots
Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, full of cotton
Ring out the last vestiges of hope in brown tar paper trailings
The marrow has been dissolved and sold off to the hungry men
Screaming hideous night sweat tremors, nails slide from position like dead fly saliva-
cooked up and drawn into dropper
Dull barbed wire rapes understanding
My only, your only, HER Only sIN
Catacombs, torture, and third degree burn limb asylums
Your body shall cause you nothing but pain as you slowly drip sex slippery
round the sickness that eats its way out from the shallows of your bowels,
Leaving a pitted shell of shrink wrap skin and scar tissue
YOU ARE NO LONGER HUMAN

Bite hard on that belt tied twisting round bruised arms that hold nothing but
contempt and distemper - grab the jugular, YOUR WORLD IS DEAD
Loss of bodily functions and all sense of dignity, you are no longer human
Slobbering-baby talk-half wit an immense, towering pile of shit
This is the reduction to junk heap babblings
My only, your only, HER Only sIN

Re-used sperm venom sliding in its glory,
Holes in matted, yellow thighs not used for walking
Trailing entrails of rope on pavement,
Makes a slapping sound as you slither down
The crusted road that takes you nowhere
Paved with unwashed bodies in varying stages of de-comp-o-sition
A shadow of your former self depleting, noxious fumes
Tied off and waiting, well you get tired of
the constant heart beat, sing -song of cold, hard death -
a reminder that you cannot escape completely from the odious bile pump you've become
Your only, my only, HER Only sIN
Substantial loss of dust from the veins,
cords of discordant tight rope cope out
Red running/hum-drum of day to day existence
There's no holds barred in this fight for life,
Or what might be left ot it
Greasy needle slip slide, tan my sluggish hide
Wet dream collision on caked sheets of bliss, piss stained panties,
a continuous hiss rising from your clogged lungs - dung infested slabs
of rancid meat lodged in a measly
throat rendered useless like the rest
-Just like the rest-
And this same fate may await you my friend
DEAD END
Your only, my only, HER Only sIN