The bitterest dregs are for me and my love,
Under the moon rock and the shadow.
Beatings, rape, a set of poison handcuffs.
The flaming wheel of the stars revolves.
In my eyes there is poetry in all things,
The eyes that are black like a racoon.
I get feral when you care for me, nurse.
You see the living must bury the dead.
I know where we can go for dinner; because
I’m a cannibal. There’s a fire-pit hid by bushes.
I’ll tie you to it, as soon as the rain stops.
Berate me all you can, baby I’m seeing another man.
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