help me stop slipping these secrets
into each scar you brave to show me
it's gradual
gradual
you will hold my daisies
my blossoms i collected
i will eat the creature of silk blood
i will follow the spongey trail of sick
down my chest and stomach
and stretch my skeleton over it
you can walk over me
i'm just a jacket on the floor
you can walk over me
i'm just a daisy in the grass
you can walk over my flowers
you can
walk over me
YOU ARE READING
Inkmouth
Poetryin the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]
