Smacked
There is so very little
difference between the sting of fingers and
delicate intentions trembling beneath
bright stripes stretching from ear to cheek
grin to grimace
in the seconds between (mutual adrenaline release) I struck a nerve
serotonin in the knowing that
you can’t help but give a stuck dry
Chloropicrin seeping into your skin, every pore
a wound justification
retching on an echo
dizzy giddy laughter pitch
and tension rising
silent.
seventh snapped
and I, and I
hope it will leave
a scar last time
the one that runs from under my knee up my thigh to my
lit cigarette in the glass tray and
you smell like moist bread. A whole loaf
of sin here
update, illegal in thirteen states
I won’t tell what
I can tell
Back against the wall
against the
and despite swelling tissue on me blooming you
will wince and whisper soft apologies on sober spotting
you know
my point
we’re not just tongues and testosterone
gnashing at desire’s bindings
I’m a roadmap of
daily heartbreaks
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