it's a race you see to know how many lovers will fit inside me. spread the words i love you against my skin like marmite on teeth. how many lovers can i tease? draw them in between me until they're begging. please, save me the promises of matrimony. you'll only last until dusk at best and when you leave don't kiss me goodbye. don't hold me one last time. don't leave flowers on my door step or offer me breakfast in bed. don't come back to me because it's a race you see to know how much pain will fit inside me. my belly will swell and my heart will bleed if i let you plant seeds of doubt inside of me. how many lovers can i tease? draw them in between me until i'm begging, please. save me from my own two hands. i'll only need you until dawn to make sure no harm comes to me. i can't be trusted, don't you see. the sex was just a scheme to keep you with me, you're on watch duty. and once i'm finished you'll never again call me pretty.
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honey, i'm healing | poetry and prose
Poesia"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew and beautiful and loved." From the author of "The Diary of Hungry Girls" comes this seven part prelude. Honey, I'm Healing is Haig Moses's col...
