he said I was the only cockroach in his cupboard

I fucked him in ways he could not recover from

taught him how to choke without failing

gave him pieces of myself embedded in the scratches

a secret message to the next one he wants to keep

I carved out my name in the most intimate parts of him

sprinkled it with glitter and sequins and called it love

so we would forget that this body was not mine or his

for it belonged to the man who saw the ripe tree first
and plucked all its fruits but the bitter looking ones
now I shove them down his lubricated throat
hoping to see them bloom in his nurturing bosom
I remind myself that this is the last one I will ruin
so I would not forget that his body wasn’t mine


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