& im bleeding, a rotten corpse on lace lining, lacerations like ventricles holding heart to walls          ringed knuckles wiggling down the throat of a womb ripe with choking god judgement, cutting holes into stockings to reveal a wild garden of desire           molding peanut butter & starving intestines
        
the boys told me welcome to a place where ***** makes us adore you          welcome to a place where sometimes it stops between poison dripped fingertips & sometimes it doesnt, jaw unhinged & aching, spilling chunks of love on your thighs