marks may march metaphors

angry teeth,
you come at me from rises
of blue plaid and old loveless,
ravenous– ravishing

raped of protest,
i am consumed– angry teeth
encircling the essence of me,
sucked through eager teeth
to feed the ghost lodged in your gums–

arched bowlips bared:
angry teeth, sensuous tongue
sampling skin– devour me whole
spit me unbranded on any bed.

lock the door on your way out of me.

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