Cultured Child
do you say
hey
it was a cult
it held me
in a huggums wuggums
crushed me
until blue green smoke
a pale erotic vapour trail
crawled across my face
asphyxiated love
the smother
my god’s call
tinny on the ear
slighty dipping into
madder every year
every year more of the
messianic growth
was my Salome
her shawl
left me stood there
naked
fumigated
do you say now
it was a cult
or just say
nothing
about those days at all
Good question Kerri - seriously - what do we tell ourselves (as Rob wrote) & what do we tell others about those days ... Love it :)
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