Stitches

Fearlessly adorned with
bloody polka-dots

eyes lightly lined with
gentle pink, softly swollen

I want to bury you alive
dropping tiptoe kisses onto

you like dirt thudthud
on the roof of a coffin

swathe you in my
sheets of security and

you won’t be saved by the bell.

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