I woke up and you weren't there
then I made a chaufet
and cut myself with a knife,
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it slipped
deeply into a finger
by accident.
I suckled the blood from it
like it was breasts
and I liked the flavour,
of our love,
because I could taste
it and you in it.
I also had somebody elses
nightmare tonight
while we curled up into
eachother.
To me it was an orgasm
you gave me.
I beat them, put fire to hair
and cracked bones.
It was a public display of
consequences
of unauthorized access
to my journal.
Then you walked through
the closed door
and possessed me again.
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The scent of
blood on my tongue
licking you.
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