You prepare my makeup,
charcoal forgiveness on
tainted, tasteless fingertips–
address the hairs
that dive and hide on my neck.
My corner and cage
receive more sustenance
than your scorched throat,
marked with esophageal acids
and prayers.
Start with my lips,
watch the skin fold into itself
like trains collapsing on Hallow’s Eve,
their stretch across the marshes of night
nothing more than a struggle.
Focus on my eyes,
their kaleidoscope of greens and crevices
too sincere for your paint
of design and worthless word.
Scare me with your masks of
rubber, tainted agony,
smear their flexibility and rape-wolf teeth
against my naked body–
watch trembles like music,
broken to the ears–
wax notes,
Fear me as I fear you…
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