Poetry and other squiggles
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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