(don’t) do me


eighteen months
rocked and rotting
without shoelaces or belt
stripped searched at lights out
right in the crack of the bum
for blades
a tool
a way out

plead guilty
this is deserved
beat the knotted body
crack its boney bends
stand on it’s face
push your thumb deep in
eye and ear
throat and belly button
spit into it’s openings
abuse it so it learns
pleasureless time
eighteen months and counting

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