All Your Secrets

The slick
that is the blood between us
a redblack of wet
where I have given birth to idea
and cancer alike
that eats my lungs
and my heart

if I were faced with you,
I would put you down against the soil
and cover your body
and set you on fire with my skin

why won’t you listen
why won’t you learn
everybody is hungry for something
beyond this cold
just a little kiss
just one
I’m going to use this rock to tear you open
until all your secrets are spilled out for me

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2 Responses to All Your Secrets

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    It’s impossible not to be fascinated and terrified by your every word. And I always get the feeling that you’d do it, the things you say.

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