v u l v a l i c i o u s go to sleep 2012-06-24 // 3:44 a.m. i would like to float up and out and then sink down into a pillow of bruises. i think i need to be broken apart again. but i was like this when you met me: my favorite word was hematoma. i had a marks on my legs. i shifted my skirt so you could see. they were a going away present from a friend. so tell me what i need to hear, before i have to tell myself again. i've stopped being able to make out the words anymore. i am just desire, desire, want and need. a hungry mouth. a beggar. a lie that is told and retold until it starts to seem real. it's time. split me open and we'll see what comes out. back-forth