pray for the boy, the trinket

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the creaking bed is a better alarm / than the cicadas at dawn / there is no sin / no vice in her smile / there is but humming and a body / phantasmagorical scenery / boyhood exits child

barbed touch / split lips / an induced potential difference sizzling through veins / is this what affection is? / a wreath of hands on a tissue plane

your intestines curl like smoke from friction / of skin on skin  / vocal chords sacrificed to resist affection / they take and take and take / varmints and their memorabilia

a viper teaches you of venom the only way she knows how / she bites / she takes / she spits / she kills / seeping from her mouth / is juvenile delinquency / she rips it out piece by piece / punishment is for those who fight back

there's blood on your tongue / cruor on scalp from hair weeded out / god might be a woman / but this woman isn't god / she strips away mottled rings of bark / from a sapling / and tells it to grow / born as a gift / used as a birthright / in ill-lit rooms the eye is still distorted / drift glass grief / the world refuses to see

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