Territorial Pissings Poem by Laura Milner

Territorial Pissings



Whilst you brand your territorial markings
on non-suspecting humans
and your new-found mask, covered in dirt
is slowly starting to wear away once more
slip your fingers underneath and tug
unearth those insides so raw
you can not let the dust settle

Thursday, November 6, 2014
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