*WARNING* THIS COULD BE A TRIGGER FOR VICTIMS OF SEXUAL ABUSE/ASSAULT
In the morning he crawls across me
pasting me with his skin
his limp tongue travels around the clock
tick….tock
I watch the fan spin my blood to a thick boil
fists tied white
chest tight
open wide…..
spiders crawl in
feeding ammunition
his slow words lock the air
his hard wear
my pulled hair
I’m twisted around this prison
caged in a dark rhythm
until the deep alarm
the heartbeat
his slimy little army marches through deep flesh
he smiles
trying to disarm me
and I watch the fan spin around and around
and wait for the
spiders to crawl out.
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