to know your skin
is to know the turmoil of creation
you are the visceral
the primal roar
urging its way out

i will shape you
mold you out of sand
draw your pleasure out
and ruin your salvation

you've given me a taste
so now i'll sniff out your blood
and crawl my way over
and snarl and scratch at you
and feast on your flesh

i searched for you
in the countless bodies
of over 30 year olds
before i reached 18,
in the multiplying bruises
from the spankings on my ***
that you and they
adorned me with,
calling any man
who held me
after entering me
daddy.

There was a hollow
In the valley
Of your crooked spine
Where your sweat collected,
Each drop a story;
Who will drink
Mine away today?

Your voice has settled
On the taut film
Of my ear drum,
Like an echo
It howls,
But I've hummed it
Into a soft whisper.

I will carve your lies
Out of my spine,
Wipe it clean, 
And discover the bone.

I will choke you down,
Pry open your jaw,
And pick my flesh 
Out of your teeth.

You don't deserve
Any part of me

I awoke to only one ******* 
In bed today,
And none for me
To service.

i will love you
fiercely
till you feel me
in your bones
cushioned
in the marrow