Jiminy
There is a man in my teeth
In my bones, eyes, ears
A dark leathery substance
It pours from my blackened mouth
With teeth, grinding, gnawing
Red leather sofa in a strip club
Bleed through, orgasm, touch
Just one more isn’t enough
He sleeps in my head, red
Of course he does, he’s evil
Truly awful, truly evil
Verbose, voracious, cicadas
In a mountain of meat, I rest
Crest of the moon, nestled between breasts
My heart pounds furiously
I lean against the whore, when
Suit and tie and all, he comes out my head
The man in my teeth, in my skull
In my dreams, in my soul, in my walls
“I have something to tell you,” he says.
Red. Red. Red.
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