She’s a kind of acid
And I roll her between my fingers
To throw a lump on my eye
It catches and it sticks,
Hungrily eating up the trail of flesh that circles there
Trailing a skip and a jump of red sores behind her steps
She strips off, uninhibited
Her flesh shredding off in strips, easy flow
As she walks on wooden floors
That begin and end within my chest and it’s deep bottomed ocean
We thought she couldn’t reach us down here
But her appetite, it’s always prevailed
And she begins her second feast of the day
As the light from her watering saliva gleams and glistens
Trailing lazily on my tongue
I lie on the seabed,
Neither condoning nor condemning of her whole acidic self ,
But Just here,
Threading water
For all that it’s worth
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