sickly sweet nothings.

they drip
down your chin,
rivulets so saccharine,
(we pretend to loathe the gore)
knives dressed up in velvet
but the blade still stings
love, lies, lullabies 
all so crimson sweet
they stain the tongue
grasp-gasp-gone
clean up
when you’re done

– ashley jane

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