Something in his mouth, teeth
Quickly cut them out and ****
Those sweet infections into me.
Killings about wanting to be
Him, he’s soft skin binder,
The pages inside him shrieking.
Killings about loving, committing
Vomiting a heart and licking up
Leftovers for reminders.
Scratchy down my voice box,
His whispering tongue dances
I giggle, we’re ticklish.
Killings about craving, crushing,
His boney hands in half, his feet
With your crooked knife.
Iron metal bomb breath, his blood
In my blood, his mind in my mouth
Settling in my motionless middle
I love him, dead and dripping down
All over my printed carpet
All inside my sensitive stomach.
Killings about crazy, comfortable
And affectionate, to bruise, a battle
Swallowing fingernails, tears.