Ashes spread over dust.
Leaves of layered lust
Rest beneath our bodies.
Cold, wet blood
Stains my hands
A sculpture of a convoluted
Victim of apprehension
Engages with an afterthought of us
Together forever.
A virgin bleeding with
The changing seasons
Gave me pause to repeat
The mistake.
Thank God.
I thought I fucked her to death.
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