Gut Rot Princess

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A love letter…

Slave to the firewater, my Gut Rot Princess

Night after night

With perfect precision

Your scars are stains on my troubled mind

I swallow your madness

Yearn to be your blackbird

Your servant, I’m red and yellow

My muse, I exist in your shadow

I’m reptilian, you my deity

Just a trench for unbidden convictions

A sponge to your dirty indecency

The language I spew

You’re gone

Now, lost in a land unknown

You’re the bile I taste, hair loss, the perfume, the cock and bull and vertigo

The bloodbath each eve from which you feast

Ethanol dreams

Can’t deny what’s between us,

My Gut Rot Princess