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Norway 
1 
its acceptance cathartic, though bitter
fulfills the moonlight casting the spotlight
a connection of palms, intertwined internally
tiptoeing within the night’s wildfire
burning this town ablaze, igniting our hearts
doused in perfect gasoline
providing warmth over melted snow
a tenderly devoted sacrifice
as i beseech your paws into frozen claws
guided by bloodthirst into submission
the beast refuses to sleep a wink
for this night is sweet and divine
comforted by the rain, sipping on caffeinated spice
mouthfuls of blood are unexpected
coating the stars with the bnuy’s essence
leaning into the intimate bite
how delicate are slow evenings
and mismatched mornings
to chaotic hums—compressed tightly
into these forever words
of impatient yearning and howling.
infect me if you will
bleed sweetly unto me
so that i may resurrect thee
with my life, with all my sorrows to give
full of love, despair, and travesty
as i unearth you from my cemetery
are you displeased, pet?
now, how will i exist without you?
perhaps i am not meant for this realm
left to decay, leaning into ancient hums
polishing the blade for the ritual
ah, ♥♥♥♥, it's intense—but you've heard nothing
take it, and listen to the predator's gaze:
an overwhelming desire with surgical precision
delicate with every ounce i take from you
basking in your delicacy while i sit on my throne
do you smell copper?
i've painted these desolate walls with my ink
to demonstrate my apathy of humanity
estranged of how it feels to simply be,
yet echoing the syllables of your alias
sinking my fangs into your delicate warmth
as you quiver my name.
An unforgettable night for many
When that seasons returns
As I decorate my museum
With your organs and bones
So many delicate choices...
And all unwilling, delightfully.
I want to study you like art.
Life is wonderfully atrocious
Diving into the bliss of ignorance
All this tiring chatter
Pretending to fit in
When my desires
Crave the perfect waltz.
Liver, bend your knee
Offer yourself to me
Reaching, yearning,
Tie yourself to your fatality
And submerge.
I'm savoring this taste:
An acceptance of you
It's forsaken but apathetic
The deliverance of evil hums
When I shed the mask,
Releasing the void
Of who exists in the reflection
Beautifully.
Precious bleached bones
The identifier of you
Purpose, fragility, ruin
But your charm I carry
Dangling with every decompress
My breath floods your skull
The knowledge I feed you
Don't tamper with it
I'm precise, sublime
Your ribbon lace
Suturing every mistake...
Tightening your ribs
A slight ache
I promise it's sweet
Consumed, though afraid
Hush your weeping organs
I return in the night
As the silver glint
Catcalling your cherishable eyes
The saliva wets the edge
Of the wound: salt.
Revokes your puzzle pieces to survival
The brittle descent of ruptured blood vessels
Deconstructed. Decomposing foxes in the garden
Failed taxidermy exiting the earth
Paralysis, pampered with rigor mortis
Swarmed with an infestation
Rapid eye reflexes—shifting to the next crescendo
Forced rigid smiles, wisdom fleeing the air
Rusty fangs penetrate the nape of your secrets
An immobile cadaver, examined posthumously
Painted beautifully in death with a smiling lie
Unaware of the silent breaths
With an evening catered to horrid desires
Flayed to represent a fallen angel
Ivory white ribs stocked with your slow-beating heart
The drop of rabies you’ve swallowed
Refuses the gift of my Red Sea
This despair I’ve harbored
Dreads my languid desire for humanity
It hurts to kneel; I simply want to create
Stirring at the brewing pool of brain matter
Above, swinging, flickering lights in this darkness
The dust here is heavy
It encourages you to vomit your lungs
But I look at you: and you’re real
I want to caress every visible viscera
And lick your bone marrows clean
You satisfy my isolated shadow
Repetitive warmth
Entering the frozen mausoleum
A collection of decadent souls
Erupting into a heavenly light
It's freezing here...
But still, I’m trapped in this unbearable gloom
Escape, a distant thought, though sweet
To ponder aimlessly about
Thereupon this shadow’s star,
I’m devoid of love and reciprocation
All I want to do is manifest art before I expire
Till my soft skin is no more
You’ve lived here in this home,
Bore witness to this plague I’m haunted by
Could you obey just this once?