She liked the way his ***
Gave her shiny, webbed fingers.
She liked to hold them up to the light
And watch the way they glistened.
A translucent filth.
She identified with this.
She aspired to be this ***** thing
That could be had,
Without being seen.
Most people swallowed her up.
But she wanted to be spit out.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
She liked the way his ***
Gave her shiny, webbed fingers.
She liked to hold them up to the light
And watch the way they glistened.
A translucent filth.
She identified with this.
She aspired to be this ***** thing
That could be had,
Without being seen.
Most people swallowed her up.
But she wanted to be spit out.
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