April 4, 2017

your fingertips smooth on my back,
entrap me with your gaze.
my skin is matted marble
and my eyes roll back with your every touch.

slinking around with your chisel and hammer,
please come hug me. 
hug me.
crush me in your arms until i’m


i thirst for every atom of me scattered on the 
floor if that means i can be closer to you.

succumbing to your weight with every step,
suffocate me, suffocate me, suffocate me.
kneel and grit me against your hands.

but i beg,

pulverize my feigning
for i’m uncertain how long
i can hold my breath.

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