it's rough.

and sometimes i just want to
BANG BANG BANG
right into my thigh

until the curve of my pinky-
balled up in a fist-
sinks into my flesh;
the most passionate kiss.

and i feel it in-between
my collar bones,

and i feel it the faster
i try to run home,

and it moves through the dirt
screaming under my toes,

and i hate it
and hate it
and my hatred grows.