Mess Me Up

 

In a cave
of undecided thought
and suffocating walls
my pulse beats
in between the breaks
of dusk and dawn,
A hole of blackness
of finality,
With the stench of musk
and beads of sweat,
My teeth relay the taste of death,
A leech to the skin
Blood-sucking gin –
Savoured,
like earth and water
Alive,
zesty salt and bite,
I got my kicks from
a parasite,
left him dry,
Ripped stockings
rolled high,
Knee-high boots wedged in his thigh,
A silent movie played,
over and over in my head,
This could be heartbreak,
if my heart wasn’t deceased
Instead I lick my fingers clean,
Mess me up
and ask me to stay
thirsty
alone in this cave.

 

 

 

J.CALVERT 2016

 

 

 

 

 

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