i consume poetry the way his tongue reaches mine, too all of the sudden, downed in a single breath. hungrily consuming words the way fingers greedily swirl and beg in the hole between my legs. reading passively or to force myself to feel something—the way he kisses me, allowing the moments before electricity only to take it away. to envelop me warmly and softly, to end the page there, the poem unfinished—the deed undone. to toy through the pages, erratically flipping, incessantly thinking, over examining the pages until they lose meaning and the memories turn your stomach. sickening.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
