In
and
out
my mouth
you go
feeling every inch of my warm heat
with your inanimate cold
with a streak of burning mint
and brutally
like a finger made of plastic
scrubbing my teeth,
scraping my tongue,
sliding against my hollowed-out cheeks
mercilessly,
and my gums begin to bleed
and the mint is stained with blood
and the white has become pink
and it burns
it burns
but I guide you.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
In
and
out
my mouth
you go
feeling every inch of my warm heat
with your inanimate cold
with a streak of burning mint
and brutally
like a finger made of plastic
scrubbing my teeth,
scraping my tongue,
sliding against my hollowed-out cheeks
mercilessly,
and my gums begin to bleed
and the mint is stained with blood
and the white has become pink
and it burns
it burns
but I guide you.
09 August 2013.
