The silence
of falling eyes.
Just the shameful scrape
to be heard,
pushing the lump of bone down your throat.
Surging
to the ground:
the red hot burning mess
urging
you to say it back.
Spewed over the carpet
the sticky stench
a congealing puddle
of ****** up me,
is emerging
the ****** up amount that
I love you.
Still,
That ***** stain
it lingers
not fading.