The ties that bind may also strangle

 

I’ll pump battery acid
Into your inflamed loins
Suckling rose water
As I break your bones

Trace me with
Fingertips
Shrill as thorns
My mouth, ears, pores, holes.
Enter
Until you hit a nerve
A patch of dirt
The perfect laugh
Never let me go

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