your
fingers scar my skin, blood
rises
pigmenting the trail of your touch.
an
arid wild longing born in your breath
crawling
through me, a ragged animal
scouring
the emptiness
for
prey. the brink born in desperation,
razor
bladed stigmata rips away any
vestiges
of the sacred. guttural and obscene
my
eyes poor over you. sealed
in
the destruction of your embrace, euphoric
I
grasp at my blessed death
.
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