What has slithered up my insides
and is now resting in pieces?
The unknown’s tiny particles are
dispersed when
micturated. White, cotton balls of
muck!
Oh, pitiful, vulnerable, beautiful
lechery!!
Cause of the carnal side to
devour me –
inside out; lunching on the
gifts a woman is admired
for.
It is as if the
curvaceous tissue clutches the
wanton plague; as if it desires
a rest from matronly duties.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
I’m loving the imagry that you use. Excellent …simply excellent:)
very dark and personal. this is a fine poem. provokes a strong response by the reader.
strong but written beautifully…
Uh, damn.
😉