I need you to call my name.
I want to hear it escape your throat.
You know my name. It is the one
that sounds like the stabbing of
steel shovels into sodden soil.
It is the one you addressed
on all those notes and letters.
Say it. Say it now.
Cry my name.
You will say it, even if
it spills from your teeth
and stains your ******* skin.
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by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
I need you to call my name.
I want to hear it escape your throat.
You know my name. It is the one
that sounds like the stabbing of
steel shovels into sodden soil.
It is the one you addressed
on all those notes and letters.
Say it. Say it now.
Cry my name.
You will say it, even if
it spills from your teeth
and stains your ******* skin.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
You're ******* right
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