Friday, April 24, 2009

You were a cheap fuck
with bones like dagger hilts.

You wrote love on my skin with
poisoned saliva.

It took me two years to learn how to touch again.

Bitch.

Maybe if I make you wet enough, one stormy day,
I'll shove a lightning rod in your socket
and watch you hate me,
from behind blue flames.

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