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Chapter Three / Transubstantiation

from Book I: Calcination by Diophage

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You’re my sweetie-pie
You’re my secret meat
I eat
I eat
I eat

Your flesh under my knife
my eyes are glowing red
I can feel your spurting blood
my childhood flashes before me
the smell of horses’ trough
the feel of fruited grain

The old wind blows through time
beneath my tired feet
I eat

My face is not yours
I am the end of time
it is time to feast

Your beauty rivals the sun
your bones are finer than ivory
and yet, I need, to eat

My fingers press my face
and dig into my skull
the horses run in herds
and trample all the weeds
have you seen my grave
among all the rotting horses?
I am floating
drifting in the waves

I have no more room for heaven
the screen is already hung
the ghosts of the dead
are rising up to feed

Those glowing roses
those eyes will suck you dry
I wish you would
your lips
your hips
your mouth like a vacuum

Infinite space
your face-
stars wide open
I could eat you forever
I am the sucking against your mouth
as you hold your tongue
I am the taste buds
and you are the poison

I, the serpent sting
you, the fluttering dove
breast red with longing
a new red wing

lyrics by: mark fralick

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from Book I: Calcination, released March 11, 2014
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