Sweaty lovers
High on pills
Sound of wet mouth
Torn away from dry lips
Squeak of second skin
Insanity
Was sleeping with me
Foreign words of passion
Tearing from the inside out
I am
No end, no beginning
No trace of thoughtful climax
Illness passes
Like death cult plague
Rising from altar
Pleading, screaming
Am not dead! Am not dead!
Release me from heathen ritual
Capsize this ark of no one.