Bury me...

Feb 05, 2026

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Bury me
inside you.

Bury me
between your breasts.

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Hold me hostage
at the edge
of your spindle tongue.

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I find shelter here
and here alone,
from thoughts and voices
so loud they blind.

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Wrap my neck
in a near choke,
to be
smothered by
your hands and arms 
and skin and scars.

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I am pulp.
I am squeezed.

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I am shaped
by your needs.

We Die A Million Deaths