Time’s slowed down. I, I, I,
Try not to fall
But the sirens sigh: I must stop.
I think Dentist chairs: ah ah open
Wide, your name tastes like wine,
Slowly, say quiet, say q-u-i-e-t, really
Really slowly. The stretch of jaw and
Prying eyes in the cave I
Swallowed. Flexing face, eyes
On you, come take me out.
Apple, biting wide, fine dining
Pig on a platter. Take me,
Take a bite. You taste sublime,
And tender,
And I lie but cannot
Deny. Say fire, you I
Dare not touch. Say grind,
Slowly, g-r-i-n-d,
I close my eyes
Upon you.
Mine.
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