torn up scaffold, holding brick facing down
chipped china finds comfort in my curls
you pull the opal flakes out and sprinkle it over my eyes which refuse shelter without your permissive hands
im a puppet when you are in me
stilted legs lifted over shoulders, heaving
whiskered cheeks, whiskey lick
busted lip, thrusting hips
deeper into my marionette mouth
over felt tongue you've come hard
troubled body, dont you lie
tell me tell me tell me
does the world blows harder though me now?
now
now that we've fucked like lonely siblings in my childhood room
now
we keep the windows closed, bodies pressed tight in vacuum sealed quarters
dont smile, i'm only comfortable when you want to die