prompt #32

[recycledpeace]

Please note, there's some NSFW language in this prompt.



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I want you wanting me
clothed in the absolution
of fangs and forks and fucks we shouldn’t have

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I want to follow you
broken ground you
sound you
hoarse from the flick
of this foreign tongue
like mud
and martyr
and mornings without sun
I want to quiet you
like quick
like cunt
like holllow
like whole

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I have a knife in my armpit.
When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.
Am I some sort of infection?
Did I make you go insane?
Did I make the sounds go sour?
Did I tell you to climb out the window?
Forgive. Forgive.
Say not I did.
Say not.
Say.

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Once I thought I found love, but then I realized
I was just out of cigarettes.

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I live with those who bang daylight out of moondust,
now you tell me how you do that unless you are built of magic.
They study their own burning bodies.
They transcribe smoke signals and tear the lightning
from their throats like alley-cat cries.

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My kisses map the dark.
I open myself --

a brochure of needs.
Wherever I go

I circle and do not
slaughter. My world

is spectacular
because I cannot see it.

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