Gut Me Poem by Ana Podarevska

Gut Me



twist your arm as you gut me
fingers spread, i'm on your bed.
legs are tangled knots of bone,
cries to stop come out in moans.
who's rejecting who's touch now?
who's the penetrator now?
changing roles all throughout,
i forgot if it's my turn to shout.

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Ana Podarevska

Ana Podarevska

Kherson, Ukraine
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