hint: read it out loud
it can be sweet to be denied in need
perhaps a man might ask through teeth
and grin
in poison light to bleed
he
begs for junk
beneath a stench of sickness killed too
late
he kindly pinches beetles out of hairs
to make
a place for venom lightning sliding
wild
and mean through veins
he
dreams distorted nights
in pain with vivid eyes that ride the fire—
he cannot find heroine’s lull
nor can he feel that angel’s pull
instead she stabs him screaming no
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