Twenty-four: Step Back

Bite me, smoke-soft flesh oozing like love through the cracks of your teeth.
Grind me, grains of regret curling, grasping onto the curve of your tongue.
Swallow me, drain this emptiness, lick it good; I just want to feel dry.

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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