and it hit me hard
like standing on a rake
or the falling anvil
maybe I’ve lost my mind this time
maybe it’s just the night
that makes strange shadows
grow into horrible monsters
she was a horrible beast
and the
sex we shared was her
sanctuary
the bones left behind of her midnight feast
in a cast iron skillet
the soothing scented sheets
like many moons spent
lying there
legs akimbo
and warm
like the music beneath a bad 80’s movie
or a shitty poem
like this one
‘what was i thinking?’
it hit me
like police lights in the rearview mirror
you really fucked up this time
regardless of
what the shadow
looked like
sweet and salty
standing sultry
in the dark
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