My Love, I Will Die For You
written by: Kindra M. Austin
@AustinKindra
mon amour, je vais mourir pour toi
Hand me the scalpel;
I will
excise my own love
muscle,
98.6° and sputtering crimson
motor oil.
I want to see my cooling lifeblood
soak into the pores of your gluttonous hands; and
when you comb those sticky fingers through your dark curled hair, I
want you to remember my kohl edged eyes staring down at you in the
darkness of our vulgar fornication.
Bite into the piece of me you cradle in red slickened palms, and
sup what’s left of my liquid soul.
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