Nothing Tastes Better than Her - Kate Thomas

My light, my love, My dearest 

Angel Azrael. There is no day 

in which you have looked more beautiful

Your day of white eternal on your skin

reflecting the moonlight into my eyes 

Passions flow through the blue hue veins of your 

Wrists. Piercing, blinding…. Beautiful 

her cheeks deepen with my adoration

and my love for her stretches as taught as 

the flesh across her chest 

pink, purple, and blue bruise flavored flesh 

Bedridden and docile my little baby birdie 

 

She calls to me softly, strained under 

The festering curse of the plague 

Swallowing her whole while my envy 

for the reaper consumes her hole

 

“My love, oh, love let me die. Stop looking 

at me with those eyes Remember me 

as I was Ripe with hot boiling blood heating 

my kiddie fat flesh With a mouth full of teeth 

and scalp of full flowing locks. With eyes 

bright as de Beauvoir and stomach full of caviar 

 

But her allure is her suffering 

And her beauty is in death’s cradle  

The angels and demons above and

below fight to make her bones their own 

Why must it be that the earth has the privilege 

of holding her so gently while the wind

rips the flesh fresh from my bones 

And the sun bleaches my eyes?  

Curse the maggots who feast on her decadent flesh 

And damn the worms wiggling in her womb 

Malevolent God! Omnipotent creator! 

Why must you steal my precious vessel of pleasures? 

My angel of death, Goddess of rot 

and withered roses 

 

Haunting the hearts of man for years to come! 

Longing and yearning for her frail figure

to hold and to touch To count her ribs 

and spinal disks To taste her pale petal lips

And the bloodstained bile caked in the corners 

of her smile So small and fragile and weak 

So pliable in the grips of weak men 

Shackled and chained by hunger pains 

Light as feathers bending and blowing 

at the will of the wind

 Thought they may try

to wear her skin 

Plucking heartstrings with poor replications 

Heroine chic and cocaine cuties 

None of them compare to her endless beauty 

Make them Thinner, Paler,  Sicker, Younger! 

Try as you might to for centuries to come 

In the end there will only be one.