Saturday 11 July 2020

cold bones

remember rage raked through ribcages
wrecked by wanting
wounded by your wanton ways
waste me 
taste me
only to spit me out 
and grind me back
into gutters
stuttering
shuddering and shaking off the
callow curse of your caress
this flesh
is 
fallow


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