the golden lady of mesoamerican corn demons

stick your heels through my throat

let the words gurgle out

and wash your feet

slide them gently, right across my teeth

bathe in my screams, beautiful

let the sounds wash you off the noise

then I'll know my words will go through

let my untold thoughts impregnate you

stick your heels through my forehead

crush my dreams

see them spilling all over our bed

stroke my throat with your gentle fingers

play my vertebrae

like it's a synth

upload some sound packs

or just use my screams

my hand lays dead in your hand

my spine's now a choker on your neck

but when to your sight

my runny eyes manage to get

like a jamaican dagger I rise

from the west

from the east

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