‘Loose’ Lips

poetry, writing, horror, photography

I know, your eyes have lost the capacity to move.

Allow me just one moment,

just one moment to un-glue these lips of mine–

peel them apart with dainty fingers,

those little spider legs you hate so much.

Yes, those are my hands.

I know, your eyes have lost the capacity to move.

You just can’t help but watch as I tear those lips off of my dead-white face.

ashkenaz

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