Mutual Monstrosity
our Mutual Monstrosity
her blade's gift upon their eyes
our cute carry-on curiosity
spinning a sweet-spun surprise
we got our Heresiarch
she says, "fuck you, in cursive"
but she just meant it as a lark
yet her mirrors are transversive
Futuatio veritatis
only until the day I die
even some imaginal tart bliss
thinking of a delusional spy
our orectic has been growing
a plump, panting pirouette
is glowing, shimmering and showing
her future's with the blue set
she's given nouveau meta-mind
we argued over our old faces
she shakes a callipygian hind
now our thoughts are changing places
blazed in bled mirror corridors
engraving quad-points on glass
she's been clawing out some roars
while performing for the brass
ego sum arcanum, intus flamma
Majeye