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Feel the void

come in the gaping mouth
don't hit and run
don't hit and run

make yourself at me
tear your eyelids apart. Examine
carefully / bruised

slightly icteric, under the cloth
the nervure shines tense
well-deserved. Well-deserved

the last kiss on your forehead tastes of
disease, my fingers dipped in you

let me stay and
share some love
make a good sentence

let me stay and
watch me
feel the void


invent a new torment
throw me the guilt
no, no
you never
hit and run
hit and run

delicate as medieval silk
dissolving in my hands