Gazelle
sharp shards of shadow
bind my shivery breast.
your tongue slashes my mouth
to slide inward and taste the fresh insult
of denial slain.
vicious, your arms,
vicious tigers,
they lunge grip drag
until i fall, a gazelle,
to stare up awkward
at the cutlery beneath
your relentless grin.
i tremble you feed.
you swell like my pupils,
even as your heat surges, a fang
to puncture my soul.
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