Friday, January 11, 2019

MY DEAR, I AM BESET WITH REGRET
AT YOUR FEET
I HUNGER 
FOR YOUR 
DEFEAT
ERADICATE MY LIMBS
WITH YOUR TONGUE
AS IF THEY WERE YOUR OWN
I DRIP 
WITH ECSTASY
EVERY TIME 
YOU SPEAK
FOR MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME NAUGHT OF
HOW TO EXIST
B
E
C
A
U
S
E
MY KNEES, THEY SHAKE
AGAINST YOUR HANDS

MY HEART, IT ACHES
AGAINST YOUR CHEST

MY BONES, THEY BREAK
AGAINST YOUR FINGERS

FOR YOU MARVELED AT
MY CALAMITY OF YOUR MAKING
AS SOMETHING SO PRISTINE
IT IS MY ONLY VALUE,
MY ONLY VIRTUE;

BUT DO NOT FAIL TO
REMEMBER
THAT TWAS MY LIMBS
THAT BORE YOU
INTO THIS
DISASTER,
AND SO
THEY CAN
ERASE
YOU
AGAIN

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