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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