Stay Creepy
It’s Friday the 13th, make sure to pet a black cat and tell a spirit you love them.
By Alexia VillanuevaPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Eat, drink, and be scary.
They say I am
Uncharacteristically
psychotic
My brain is
the very graveyard
that ghosts haunt
and goblins mark.
Were blood becomes
my rivers and lakes
as I taste the galaxies
in the crevices of my
gums.
They whisper stay creepy
as black lipstick floats
from my hand like
spiderwebs that sit
upon my eyelids
I can taste the blood
on my tongue that becomes
the design on my
white communion dress
I can hear them whisper
sweet nothings, dark satanic
calls but I am nothing
but the sand in the hourglass
I kiss the dark lord on the very lips
in the graveyards were
I've danced on graves and
tasted sweet blood
They say I am psychotic,
they say stay creepy as I
become the sand in the hourglass
my eyes have finally turned
black
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