with bandages all over
my quivering lip is cut
you exhaust me
break me
and leave me naked
for the vultures
to feast upon
the pieces of me
I’ve marinated for you
but it’s alright
I’ve a secret
to be stamped upon you;
I’m okay with this, with
my two eyes as a witness
my heart as your toy,
have your fun
with my lingering shards
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