v u l v a l i c i o u s
go to sleep
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.