mortar and pestle

Sat, 02/20/2016 - 14:18 -- grausam

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)

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