this black dog is growing. he’s going to sink his wooden teeth in me. this black dog is hoping. he’s hoping i am not as strong as he. but some of us keep pictures of the ones we hate but used to love, and used to hold, and used to fuck. but i can’t trace the outline of you on my arm or in my blood. my hands are small, they’re not enough to turn this off. this black dog has sisters, they’re living in the hole inside of my mouth. the sisters had litters. they’re fighting through my skull to be let out.
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