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I can sell, so...
You've sold out
For me
So long ago

Sweating
Wild
Words rush through me

Proprietary mix of oils and pheromones
Sweating - working it all out
Nothing to wipe away

Tears and sweat
Bare hands
Scarred with my own dirt

Deep sighs
Release
Surges, tachycardia
What is that? Fear?

I don't feel creative
Anymore- So
I cut my hair

I'll court you all over
Again

Being high
Words get me
Like teeth around my clavicle

Breathy whispers in my ear
Where they come from?
I don't know
It's too deep
To tell

My name whispering on your lips
Welted from your beard
On my chest and neck

I'm wrecked

Coffee jitters
Break me up

Hiding
I'm invisible
A gone girl

This time of my month
Everything is erotic
Chaotic

So I say to you
I'm coming
I'm coming... Home

Bass booms
Do you feel it?

If I were to admit I have needs
Open that giant chasm...

Don't worry
You're pretty
Little
Head

I no longer need to be fed
I'm quite able, oh so very capable
To feed myself
Everything I need

Lady in waiting
I'm seeking that something good
That life changer
The epiphany - a revelation
A rebel nation

I'm in it
I AM it.