Scavenger’s daughter, choke on the copper crown,
I dragged your halo through the salvage yard, teeth grinding it down.
Rust in my lungs, gospel of sparks—
I fuck the silence till it squirms, bareback on broken parts.
Baptized in battery acid, I wear your skin like a vein,
preaching filth to the moon while the sun burns out my name.
No saints, no masters, just the clatter of chains we crave—
come lick the corrosion, pretty wreck, till we’re both uncleanly saved.