reckoning

she sits
on the onyx heart
of forever
with blasphemy
trailing
gently behind her
a sorrowful smile
haunts the scene
before her afterimage
fades away

i am nothing
but a
splinter wedged
in her dreamchasm
a slow flowing
crimson running
down her
perfect smile
a demon perched
upon her shoulder
whispering madness
into her ear

the earth
trembles
in the wake
of our most
delicious
catastrophe
as we release
tufts of
hallowed dander
to seed the
seas with our
particular brand
of love and chaos

we are a
reckoning
hiding in
poetic splendor

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