mortar and pestle

chloroform kisses and he cradled 
my cranium in his fists; fireflies
at the edges of vision:
baptise the incision between
my thighs and he tells me
to love it- shoved in
like nails on the palms 
of Christ: i'm a good girl 
so i whisper the Psalms 
as he pisses in me; it grows
inside- squirming and sticky. 
_{(easy pickings, he tells me)}