Blond razor curls fall
into a skirt of insecurity
away cuts the knife at bullshit
she is tired of internal blood
callused, there go her hands
empty
Again.
Lifting and leaving the broken ends
her fit fin at a waters edge, awkward
doesn't seem so.
wrapped in binge she remembers the comfort of such blankets
in beds
hallways
cars
lie to her
break her
take her lungs
lost orgasm she is the piteous empty tunnel
The maiden she swims, aqueous Aquarius
she adventurous
you drown her at the pit of your mouth
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