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Indulgent Fallen by D.H. Gomez

Updated: Sep 2, 2021

When the earth was cursed

(For Man’s sake)

Her bounty shriveled to thorns and thistles,

The bed made we must sleep in.

Pestel in hand we

Grind the pricks in our sides with a tender groan,

Dull them slick and gritty

To drip palatable and hot down our ribs and

Season the stinging flesh.

Sweet salt on the tongue. Bitter in our guts.

But that never stopped us.

We twist tighter

And, by the salty sweat of our brow

Flowing down our lushes, tortured skin,

Tangle up in all this, silken sin.


Indulgent Fallen by D.H. Gomez

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