pome
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He stitches his name into my sticky thighs, I knit my brows in pretend pain as the moisture dries. He whispers incantations over my scarred skin, his breath hot on my ass. I pretend to be asleep, but he knows the difference. According to him, when I’m awake, I’m begging for an orgasm, he has…
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take me out to the ball game… wait, no, take me out to the ball!
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until I’m bones garnished with diamond apologies carbon cut carcass andcrafty monopolies I ate all your praiseand out popped a girl talon scratched facea man of his word here have my elbow, my kneeall my curves fingernails fate lines morning screams sound like birdsone drop of medicine i’m recommended dosethey’ll sweetly drown you if you…
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Man with an untapped well of anger(you remind me of my father).Man with ice-for-eyes and a warm coal pupil,hold me sternly and sing softly (whisper that which I refuse to hear).Man with a smile on a timer–wait for it, or me; I love your smileand catching it sideways in the car whenyou know I’m catching.Take…
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Well, I’ve decided to be better, would you let everyone know?
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how can you expect me to ’not try’ when I’m hurting (people) trusting the universe, while occasionally orgasmic, feels passive and gross,like I’m falling from tree to tree and won’t break any bonescan’t catch what’s before or after me,I DON’T KNOW, MY WATCH DOESN’T TELL TIMEI feel serpentine- there’s something out of placeI cut my…
the case for human error 