[ i told you to go when you could ]
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ain't nothing better
than feasting on your organs
at midnight in the desert
when you quiver
with whatever feeling
the wind brings
to your bare skin.
you tasted like sand
and you stuck to my teeth
but the heat rests well
on my tongue.
she knows this
even though i never told her.
what disgusting behavior.
she thinks you're gourmet made for her.
you never know true starvation
until you're watching
a feast
from the backseat.
YOU ARE READING
rolling in our graves
Short Story"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
