watched your ways darkly slide
colliding with my shoulders
the sick that feels
scalded coffee in the back of the throat
and that blade hid beneath ribs
with accidents seeping blood
made snowflakes on my thighs
peeling back the layers
to cut you open
consume your languor
compensate for fealty
with the bitterest regard uttered
for your pleasure only
glinting against the dark
with two saucers of pale green
predatory eyes seeking out
the wounded
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