Pleasure or pain?
A doll curled up and lain
waste to a man who can't spit her name
Half-boiled and braising with shame
heat collects sweat like beads on an abacus frame
drip drip drip — goes her vein
sip sip sip — goes her white stain
How long more of this can she feign?
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Oeuvre & Oeuvre Again
PoesíaA collection of poems for working out the fog in my mind and about my characters ♡♡
