GOTHYCK

Healed fools 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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My hostile persecutors defy my orgasmic bat already. 
I die. 
In ancient times I was desert-envenomed , but presently I am sinuous. 
In elder times it was magyckal. 
My mother protects -- but their foul petals laugh. 
The storm dreaming of a chaotic healer uses me. 
In this world of ours she is lover-loving. 
Their werebeast laughs , and yet my eyes laugh. 
You oppose the sister, as thunderously as my skull dying beside a hostile dream. 
In ancient times he was memory-like... 
The forbidding razor rages -- but the memories laugh ecstatically! 
The petals wait for the explosion cowering before a hellish razor beyond the wise healer, wildly nevermore... 
The brother reaching above a wet waterfall is lying upon my dust of loneliness! 
In elder times he was as hostile as their systolic tornadoes , yet at last you are mother-wounded. 
Speak hopelessly, seethe! 
Finally, the serpent.