the lovers

October 14, 2021

slit me in half like the goats of devil worshippers

i crave your concentration and the beads of your sweat

dripping into the crevices of my lips

i want to drink you down like the blood of christ

leave me in the vacant ditches to rot and remember

the only time you put hands on me is to hurt me

i want you to cannibalize me

tear me to shreds

i want you to sink into the depths of me

sink your teeth into the rest of me

i want to be the deer head you hang above your fireplace

i want to be your favorite victim

i’ll be gum on your shoe

i’ll be dog frothing at the mouth

i want you to correct me

i want you to fix me

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