To Love The Beast

I want you to know
he’s not a mass murderer.
That’s the first thing.
The last thing is that he
kisses me before a test, 
before rainfall, before 
punishment, before the 
wax wings on my backside
melt into something 
unrecognizable.

— Poetry

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