Sexless devil, you’re choking on Rimbaud’s ghost
Or maybe it’s that black snake tightening around your neck
and saying, ‘Who’s the one you love the most?’
Sexless devil, you’re making such a silly fuss,
because your dead lover’s employed by your wicked silk joy,
and you can love them both at once, if you must
Sexless devil, I’ve got to know what she fed you
to catch your fancy.
I’m starving
Look—my gums are receding
and my thumbs are bleeding
and my feet are getting antsy
for your uniform and your pelvic storm
and that nest on your head and your breasts like the dead
and the oncoming storm
the scourge, the swarm, the oncoming storm
And this is me feeling it
Sexless devil, I am heaving, I’m breathing
for words that you ain’t even spoke. No joke,
I want you to tell me lies and gouge out my eyes
and make damn sure that my spine is broken,
because I want to squirm like a Jersey worm
I want to rot with the saints and throw my words like paints
at the oncoming storm
the scourge, the swarm—I’m absorbed in the storm
And this is me feeling it
This is me eating it
This is me bleeding it
This is me feeling it
Sexless devil,
your melody’s a malady that’s making me weak
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2021
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