guards waiting at the door and they are all beautiful like cuirassiers oh the books!
the books that I had read sucked abandoned
the rejected books licked damp tumid
introverted titles behind a veil of mourning
oh the books!
with cavities the liver swollen the colic the anxiety crisis the irregular heart beat
i can’t stand them i throw a stone at them they will yelp
ssss don’t turn on the light they have cat’s eyes this tome is rubbing its thick and clean hair
dance salome’s dance for me beautiful bayadere on the plate a bleeding book