how many have met you
with their lips
or fingertips
or their pumping blood ***** attached to their hips
how many have seen your redness
how many have felt the blood you bestow
each month
it trickles
like water down cave side walls
my cave
how many have seen you
and not wanted to touch
why do they always want to touch
I curl inside my cunte
on days when my heart stops beating
anvils on my eyelids
keeping everything out of sight
so i don't look
i touch
I feel
the words
the whispers
upon my skin
the hair of my mons crawling like Medusa's crown
snakes, serpents
slithering
around
whatever is put inside
I will ****
if anyone touches me
again
I have to protect
myself
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 5:20 PM UTC
how many have met you
with their lips
or fingertips
or their pumping blood ***** attached to their hips
how many have seen your redness
how many have felt the blood you bestow
each month
it trickles
like water down cave side walls
my cave
how many have seen you
and not wanted to touch
why do they always want to touch
I curl inside my cunte
on days when my heart stops beating
anvils on my eyelids
keeping everything out of sight
so i don't look
i touch
I feel
the words
the whispers
upon my skin
the hair of my mons crawling like Medusa's crown
snakes, serpents
slithering
around
whatever is put inside
I will ****
if anyone touches me
again
I have to protect
myself
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