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[benedickofwit]

I think this is ugly, but I'm putting it here anyway.

Don’t call me tonight

I came inside and
you slid on top to
speak of sickness.
But your mouth,
was open half and
dripping kisses.

I took each knuckle
in my teeth, threatening
to keep your middle.
You bit me back.
My last look fell
just short of stumbling
sick.

So you hold him, legs
wrapped and quivering.
Leave me to cross fingers
over the neck of this
thin bottle. Nothing takes
a mind so well as my medicine.

I'll grind and grind
my teeth, bite the
tongue that mentions
love. And wait, wonder
if he knows I've been there
from your taste.

I want my medicine
to find me for how
deep the sound of
thoughtlessness does go.

Cause it's when your'e
with me. Or I'm without
you. That we fold our
insides and churn the
jaws on sickness.