An intoxicating liberation
of the senses is
A reminder
Of weighted breath
A tribute to the remnants
of choking cloth
I am hoping they don't become...
Maggots under skin,
Molluscs on the bow
An intangible tangle of
limbs and flesh
Tracing, little
black contusions.
Purple blossoms on the inside
of her thighs.
How hard one can fall
into an abyss of words.
How loud the silence
is now.
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