Spider mummifies the Bee :)

Suck you
dry as a corn husk
doll left out all winter,
leave you a half-assed mummy,
lizard flesh puckered into
diabolic oaths.
before your tongue
clatters to the floor.
I need your
earth-bound prayers
tickling my undersides in
a smoke-dance dalliance,
smiling at your
pane brain confusion in
a hunt for heaven or
some gilded facsimile.
I eat
beliefs for breakfast,
butterflied hearts
pulsing obsessions,
looking for an exit
through running eyes
liquefying under acid breath.
You know
I really think
you took the wrong
fork in the road.

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