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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4294 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention No title Resuri “This is the last time.” Your eyes ask, “Excuse me? Like you could ever refuse me.” And you bruise me. The very last time. Our eyes meet as we drive down That secluded sidestreet Where darkness hides the bite marks on my breasts my thighs The greedy heaving of your chest Nestled by the rusty chain-link fence Of the church-yard Where even God looks away Where you last made my bones bleed My back bend In the back seat Where you salivated Hated me and Penetrated me With your smoked meat stench And poking heat. With your slurred speech My vision blurred As you thrust your yes into my no Cause no one heard, or at least No one confessed, And you say, “Bitch, that’s what you said last time.” |
