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*Trigger Warning*
I want to bite my nails
Off. I want to scrape at
The polish with my teeth and
Peel at them until
I taste blood but your
Coarse fingers muzzle me. The
Punch sloshes in my
Head and makes my neck a
Thin spring with my head-weight stretching
It thin like a broken doll with shiny big
Eyes that really blink its plastic eyelashes thick and
Wet. I have
Locked my door from the dark and
Dark men lurking but don’t doubt the
Grinning demon as he walks wide-eyed through my
Door and talks me senseless and
Talks me to tears and then grabs my
Heart with his teeth. I bob my broken
Metronome head and he watches me gasp in his
Grip all the while the dizzy red drink cuts
Careening through my veins and fills my
Lips to a quiver almost like a blushing lover under
Your calluses. And then comes
The dance I politely refuse. My head hurts,
You see, and it’s getting late. You really should
Go my doll eyes flutter but you’re not
Looking at my eyes and you’ve already
Swallowed my tongue so you push and I
I lean and I dance and you follow me incessantly pushing
And pulling at my face and I keep
Indiscriminate time with my spring neck. I don’t
Know when I was dropped to my bed. I want
To sleep but your writhing weight empties my chest and
Your lips seal the air from my mouth. Your lips
Taste like beer and sweat and I think you must
Ignore the taste of wet salt on mine. I look
Up at the dark eyes I trusted until
I couldn’t, that were kind until
They weren’t. I shut my eyes but I still feel
You ripping the skin off my face your
Teeth gnawing at my neck and your
Hands your fingers have teeth that are
Scraping up my legs aiming for the warm bloody
Core of me and I think I am
Screaming but I have no tongue and my
Body spilled out its limbs in a broken bouquet over
My sheets and my head stopped keeping its uneven time when
It hit the mattress, my mattress, so
I don’t even know when it’s over.
You’re gone, and my shell heaves in a heap,
Alone, entombed, with my own salt-soggy cotton insides
All on my outside.
Legs torn to tendon and muscle cord,
With sallow jowls and sunken sockets cradling the plastic eyes
That are frozen half open, staring soullessly at the ceiling
That I sleep under every night.
Danielle M. Cosio