my thighs rubThe prince took one look at my thighs and walked away. His kiss a reminder of his one dimensional perception and my inability to fit in a box. I had eaten the cookies, I had napped by the ocean, I had lounged with my feet up to the atmosphere. I walk with tiara sparkling, music blazing, and thighs touching. Each stroke reminding me that I am everything.
hungryI wanted to eat your bones
I realized it was you 352 times you made me cry Only once you made me pancakes You poured blood on my swollen torso Lost control of the van you drove I felt inferior in your presence You lifted me by my side and tore Never have I wanted equality so bad You spoke Spanish with no accent Every time you fried fish you sang Of all the women you weeped for You were my sock monster You were my jester Karate Kid Nerd Romeo I wanted to eat your bones |
post-it slutPerishable does not lie between my legs.
My ass is not disposable. You can't release rumors of my single use. The trash can is already full, I am already fearful. Moving on to the next climax, knowing what the post it reads. washing feetDon’t ever fear what I can do
The cornered windows of the apartment never closed If you walked with me, I would fail you Like the credits that never end, I would jeer you In the morning I would cleanse your words When sunset comes, I would tear into you I would fear your love, and attack Grabbing the broken china Yelling Mumford’s lyrics Pushing you further into the blending darkness I would fall asleep in my own saliva and blood Hair clambered, nails warn Eyes closed, finally stop Instead of running from the creature You stay You sing over me You pray You pull back my hair Washing my feet in your tears I awake in Your arms I awake with You |
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