Devil in Disguise Words by Sienna Sulicich Like an angel with sugarcoated wings, you had me intoxicated on rosewater from shiny trays the Devil brings. An infinite second shared; Just one, for so long. Holding on, Feverish for more of your Lifeless Liquor. An endless symphony Orchestrated on a lie, moaned elegantly, the pitch: a perfectly audible cry.
My elbow, A shelter for sore sounds. Gentle caresses now forgotten Replaced by Trained pounds. I dream of clouds, Of wet soil, Of endless days in which I am finite. I dream of wildflowers. No pruned perfection to see, Untamed in their isolation, Watered by the will of the world. I dream of the loneliness I once fought off With rampant punches. A still silence collapses us. Mercy given in the form of your finishing Baptised by your sweat, Cursed by my own trust.
Intertwined, Hypnotised, Hanging on for the sweet stench of my breath. Roses. A patient minute Held between your Fingertips I am all in your hands. Fingers scaling down my back, Sickly tongue curled in the shell of my ear with a confidence I lack. Rendered blind, your evil stings so red. Enveloped by burning touches, Scorned by the warmth Of unwanted osculations. 39
