Fox Fur

you cut your skin on a dirty razor

that fell from high as the clouds declined

you didn’t feel a thing in your crimson blazer armor

your lipstick bled on my sinned forehead

you were  white as bread

for forty days in the desert

she grew inside; we were terrified

when the dark set it

we denied, we denied her

Ch:

past the point of no return

when I caught you, you got burned