Something like skin breaking until you find
yourself.
What are the rules of consensual rape?
Beautiful edges
I can’t explain why.
Lock sight with desire and smile with my wavelength.
I’m not sure how to deal with the
red stars
he makes on my smooth skin.
I see visions and I understand.
Call it a bad case of reality.
Black and blue eyes want to see forever,
staring back,
knowing the creature is near.
Touch fuelled by want holds thought tight.
I’m not sure
if it’s realistic
to come back
around.
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