The Reap

Timorous faces

Against glass lips

Joined with firm embraces

And the swinging of hips

 

Earth-shattering presents

All tied up in laces

But sought after segments

Involving the lack of empty spaces

 

The heavy breathing

The forbidding to release

The relentless sting

The hoping to remain in one piece

 

Corpses shaking

Against bare coats

With her spirit aching

And tocsins trapped in throats

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