wretched sweetheart

 
You are a danger to me

you welcome me

with warning shots

 

Blood curdling screams

echo inside of

plastered walls

with broken palates on

concave canvases

 

You are a threat to me

with your pin shaped eyes

and blighted tongue

 

I would smite that tongue

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