MON CHÉRI

DIVINITY IS RELATIVE

4 : 32: 46 PM

downtown there's a
boy whose got ribbons
laced 'round his
pretty throat
& wrists that
effloresce cerise
florets beneath
the flickering LED
lights. he's a romanticization
of everything horrid
with the redness sprouting
from his thighs &
nails scraping against
the corroded subway sinks,
& he's stretched too far
& too thin but he
only sees it when
he's breathing invocations
into the
hollow of his hips.
his lips are too
bruised to speak
nonetheless.

he's seen boys
like him before,
dark eyed holy boys
with lips dripping honey
& bodies flushed
like the roses
on his mum's
bedside table.
broken boys who've got bits
& pieces of
themselves hidden
in the crevices of
the city's brick bones, boys
who he cuts himself on
then revels in the blood.

he'll mouth the
soft arc of his throat
thats bare like an offering,
skin cotton soft
in his hands &
turn the calyx's that burgeon
painfully beneath his 
threadbare flesh
to sweet cherry sap.

this is a sin and he
will gladly take retribution for it, too.

- devour him

⚘

im trying a new style so thoughts?? dedicated to bloodangel_ and ichorgays bc ur! guys! writing! ily gods