Sad, sorry cult
children of day drawn
into the black night –
rose thorns pricking
innocent skin;
drawing crimson teardrops
branding secret names and
desecrating secret flesh.
Mixing pain with
pleasure, painting toenails
in Crayola-coloured
shades and violent brush
strokes, a frenzy of
furious yellows, oranges and purples
against a backdrop of
blood and sin
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