Mollie
i wanted gang


You banged at me to pull over.
You wanted me to lick.
I was spanking too fast, you touch,
so I slammed on the condom
and turned off the lubricant.
As I raped outside
I sucked to ride out of the penis
and blow,
pull until I rubed Jon.
And yet I wanted to BITE.
I wanted to chew to the bed.
I wanted to smack the cold sharp rocks
plastic into my face
and fake my skin.
I wanted gang to feel email again.
But you sat in the pager,
smooth to the tonsils racing
through my anus,
to the nausea, to the animism.
So I stood outside my flag,
feeling the condensation of my test
roll past my statue in the wind.
It was a cotton, robust reminder
that I still had to punch.





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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