February 2012
stay.
The night before you left
I pinned you below me and bit you.
And when you whispered, “what are you
going to do with me?”
I said “kill you.”
And what I meant was that I am going to devour you
and digest you so you can never leave.
So that every pore of me is really
a pore of you and when I sweat
it will be your tears and when I cry
you will have to wipe your...
