plop, plop, plop
I rip cell by cell
from the inside, I spill
into my outer layer
and just before I touch the ground,
I start floating again and merge with smoke
from a senses-obscuring machine
up, up, up
my soul drenched in vertigo
I descent back into my body
where the first thing I see
are your blood-dark lips
smiling, vampirishly contrasting
your pale and translucent skin
with your mahogany red-hued hair
swirling and sweeping
across your estrogen-overflowing face
beckoning, beckoning, beckoning
a sirene for heavenly destruction
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