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Truths do vary
mine from yours
yours from anothers

Nuts

I have you stuffed on a
wall of my house; in a cabinet
made of dark glass and human
flesh.

She willed me to look into her eyes
Offering herself to me
As payment for discretion

your mouth gaped like an empty purse,
head fragile as this morning’s egg.

this morning I
woke up with
you.

grinding their sharp yellow
teeth
like the scavengers they
are.

“Knickers & Lace…Fallen from Grace”

it sat there alone in its perspiring
womb.

a lie is like
my lover’s
lips

blood is on
her
finger tips