Gazelle
shards of sharp 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,
who lunge to grip, drag, pull
until i fall, a gazelle,
to stare up awkward
at the cutlery beneath
your relentless grin.
i tremble. you feed.
in my pupils you swell,
even as your heat surges, a fang
to puncture my soul.
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8/7/24
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