Two Over Lapping Uncivilized Sheets Of Ice

As moonlight curdles with the street light eyelids bat like they wanted some of that. She fills her lungs and drains his red blood cells what a calling this is by the privets roadside. Yes, blinking all fireflies thrown-aback hearts beating close to a heart attack. They'll know now to never look back. Curdled in the moonlight, with their cheesecloth souls half-eaten like linin they'll touch each other's greasy damp skin without the limits to ever - hold lust back. As a wind harps, fallen leaves fish in puddles with misshaped dreams, their footsteps splash. Disillusion has yet to take its rightful place they're yet to feel the cut of hurt in their disgrace like two overlapping, uncivilized, sheets of ice.