Lying on a bed
Of soiled lace panties
The heart is char-blackened,
The veins twisted, entwined like
A snarl of electrical cord.
Her ten-sided, double-stick soul
Has taken beatings
That would bruise
A brute of a man that yet trudges on.
Sometimes I am calmer
When I smell my own smells—
My skin, my hair, the dirt under my
Fingernails,
The unkempt mane ever tossed to the side,
I love to hide behind it. I love to hide in the dark.
Her ink-splotched smile
Is hollowed out.
Her wide pond-eyes,
Bleeding, never shut…
I love to hide in the dark.
Hibernate like a bear,
Curled up in my bed,
And catch my constantly out-of breath,
And still my skipping heartbeats.
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