RAG

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play me like an instrument. have me wrapped between your bruised legs, touch me slowly with a bow. trace my breast like a cello. devour me, rock me, consume me in your mellifluous crescendos. i am, at present, under your insatiable control.


am i just a broken white piano key,
that always left you frown and growl
in utter and mad frustration?


wrap me with a satin cloth. let my skin flaunt the rotten liver and black blood i had hidden under my rubber skin. hang me by my thumb at the edge of the cliff. have the crows peck on my eyes and thighs like a meal long forgotten.

i am an ugly thing, my liege. would you still have the heart and stomach to look me in the eyes and say you love me?

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