an acquired taste

Yaira Ebanks
Feb 7
1 min read

tragically romantic, craves the dead

eyes- dark pools, slightly slant rimmed red

heart tremors to beat of debts

splintered wounds bleed through breasts

pledged in shadow- decaying dress

preferred state- paralyzed in waste

gore, diseased- an acquired taste

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