Rob
all the coke lines in the bathroom
lined up and she’s lined up and it’s just a number and
her days are numbered
she said she likes it rough
so you took some sandpaper,
made a moving floor in a room with no exits except some twisted path
ran and she ran and she ran and she lied down sludge
you lied, lingerie, lingering
you got to see beneath her skin pulled her h
because beneath her clothes wasn’t enough her shirt up
you remembered that barbie dolls don’t breathe screams of pleasure
remembered some cat scratches walking dogs barking
she tied your hands up or something in her panties
f*cked you too hard stimulate so special
she ran for you
dead in the park, she was in love
you were your eyes
watching
masked it as something you could can’t separate
—oh so you’re sorry now
masked in your face her blood
under the tree, you on the rocks salt the salt from your sweat and c*m
she’d grow into soil and you into air or was it
morning, that morning air tears and blood
remember what your name is:
oops
you think you killed it
at least in one piece, disassembled
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