You say smut like it's a bad thing
she mumbled at him.
Tie me to the ribbons
floss me with feathered barbs
slide me into my skin.
Scaffolding to the rafters
folded bodies smudged,
as if that makes sense.
If I wanted you to narrate I
wouldn't have asked you to
come | over here yes ' t ' day.
Lips drawn sloppily in spit:
I can nearly taste what it is
I'm trying to be.
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