Somehow I think this pussy is a landmark.
I've taken their virginity so at least I'm a temple they can worship.
Even if they regret it, I was still there.
It's set in stone.
You shared a precious part of you and it makes me feel less alone.
Offerings like this are met by my selfish intentions. my fear of being forgotten, the doubt of my own relation.
Relation to this world and if it cares about me.
If the dirt below my feet would be any less without me.
Fuck me till I feel something, I'll stare at you while you do it.
I need to remember the moment when I was desired and congruent.
Congruent with another body, because company is all I crave.
But only if I can pretend that they loved me for a day.
Today I sit hungry though my stomach is filled with their bibles; speaking of their truths, their loves, and their idols.
All of them differ and contrast in their plots but one chapter always stands out from the lot.
It speaks of a girl so empty and weak, she gives herself to them to reap their holy seed.
It's vulgar and dark but the reader never knows it.
The only one who does is the rotten hollow poet.
