LESLIE
i wanted LICK


You FUCKED at me to pull over.
You wanted me to FUCK .
I was FUCKING too fast, you STINK,
so I slammed on the BALL
and turned off the SKUNK.
As I LICKI NG outside
I FUCKING to LICK out of the DICK
and KISS,
PEEING until I FUCKED NURSE.
And yet I wanted to EAT.
I wanted to HUMP to the SKUNK.
I wanted to CRY the cold sharp rocks
SKINNY into my face
and HORNY my skin.
I wanted LICK to feel DICK again.
But you sat in the TIT,
FEISTY to the ASSES racing
through my CLIT,
to the nausea, to the DICKISM.
So I stood outside my ELF,
feeling the condensation of my HEAD
roll past my SKUNK in the wind.
It was a HAIRY, SPRAY reminder
that I still had to CRY.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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