This is what it is,
Then.
To exist.
Dancing along guillotines,
Tongue licking across the edges,
Of razor blades.
Just a faintest taste of iron.
The stinging from the nerves.
Don’t need many rituals,
Or incantations,
These days.
Only need to manifest will –
Upon the world.
The gates are open.
Watch.
Tongue Licking Across The Edges Of Razor Blades.
