Loose dressed feet

Its not gonna bite you
As you hoped
It only bites
The loose dressed feet
The bite that the feet can flaunt about
While you shiver in washed skin
Hungry to be bitten
Hungry to be bitten
Feverish in mortal fever
Live – in sweet addictive sweetness
Which nauseates the bones dry
Of irritation
Hungry for lightning juice of red pain

I can not lie with more composure
I am at a dilemma to decide
Whom did I fail more
What I desired to be
Or what I might have been

I am an adult who can still kid
When winds are shallow

To smile in overcharged dreams, with hope to survive my own bloody storm.

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