CENTRIPETAL
One leg shudders, betraying your cool-cata‘tude. See, the key to breaking/tearing istodoitquick one lethal slash- spill allll the blood. But you give a little jab before you (slowly) walk away.
JUNK Slunk over the couch, your legs jumbled in the blanket coiled, like a fat white slug. The stench of your sexiness is feral, rabid; finds it’s way into my guts, then twists and grabs and digs a hole and sleeps. You watch dumbly as I strip the nails from my fingers like flower petals, and swallow them down with the last of my pride. I don’t know if my body ever really liked your body. Maybe it was just the strung on the promise of you.
BROWN
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