Full moon Missouri black magic skinsucker

She crawls out hidden in the full moon light past the green-grass mazes and the slow-flowing creek

She’s hanging in the moss, mosquito, humid, sweat slicing the soft skin of the saint

Cut to the heart three times and there she is

Become the scenery with me

Become with me

Become me

The spot on your neck dark red black purple blooming like a flower

She sends her parasites there right there in the stigma of the thing there the stamen of her tongue on your neck oh, it glides so soft so deadly, deadly soft it glides, deadly soft it makes the skin hard as rock bursting at the seams there on the artery right there right there right there right there

She’s waiting there in the cavity in the dark cave black magic baby, blood magic baby

Climb into her lap and let her stick her hands in your ribs

Fold in on yourself three times and there she is

Six years later there the claws are in your lungs don’t they hurt? They’ll hurt when you breathe and you’ll be breathin hard tonight it’s black magic baby, blood magic baby

Full moon Missouri black magic skinsucker doesn’t want to be alone tonight baby