and with a prick through the wrist he-

loosened up on
some boundaries a bit
little butterfly wings are
sweet n’ light enough
to swim me deep
enough to


in each scream i’ve
been whispered

as distress passed through
such tightly creased

to envelope, on the other
side, already licked one and
sealed one draped all over
your lids all sticky
fudge n’ shit

and then what? just
see what else



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