You cut me open to admire the aroma,
the sweet scents of my insides.
You lick your lips, piece after piece,
you tear into my soft flesh
Each seed of me burst within you
my juices mix with your salvia
Some pieces are harder than others,
but all melts in the presence of you
watch me bleed
and dig for more
and more
and more
Until I am wrung dry and you search
for the next fruit to disembody.
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Faces of Autonomy: A Poetry Collection
Poetry"The bones break, building upon one another-each vertebrae snapping, stacking, until my limbs reach the highest shelves." -From Chameleon. TW: Abuse, Grief, Loss, Violence. Poetry was never a genre I thought I would get into. I read very little po...
