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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