my suction cup has become far too strong
it may eat you whole
it may need you whole
and all at once
I drain to drown.
I don't mean to kill you
your blood tastes of passion and is rich in life and vitamins called love
mine just tastes like rotted wine, sour and spit
I feed off your pulse and grab your neck
trace roads on your skin,
my own just shrivels and dies.
let me touch you
I don't mean to kill you.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2014/15
