GAPING MAW OF THE MONSTROUS SOUL
TORTURED, BRUISED, BEATEN
BLACKER THAN A MOONLESS NIGHT
AND LACKING TWICE THE GUIDANCE
MY HEART, SHATTERED LIKE GLASS PANES ON THE SIDEWALK
OUTSIDE OF YOUR APARTMENT
WHY
DID YOU HAVE TO
BE
SUCH A GIANT WHORE
WITH A HEART WEAKER THAN SCOTCH TAPE
AND A PELVIC THRUST TO MATCH
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