A platter of your smiles
Ink closer to my window
The gutted fears all departed
Curves incense your rebellion 

My handmade woes perk finely
Fond echoes are their offer
I exchange my last banknote
For stonewall in my cavity 

Drowned moth service as substance
Your fingers rot on cheekbones
So warmly as I harden 
My laughter paints your posture

While raindrops fall like static
Last chapters reek of infection
Such corners turned to brushing
Pus bloodied from glass refined

My mouth wettens with the high 
Tempting ceilings with spittle
I pivot, shake cries salted 
You witness my dusk highly

I flip your pages of flaked tattoos
Bleak sockets swear your sight
Bones splintered by my cruelty 
A canvas flanked by teeth 

Your smiles are now rationed

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Mason Betty, “Smiles” from Sallos