Fake Orgasm

An ambiguous figure hovering over you
Pouring his shadow into your mouth,
Tip-toe tongues around your threshold
Plays with your blood
And abandons it over the sound of a gun

Fire fast now
Sound asleep dreaming of cutting you open
And vulgarizing something soft and hidden
Like the memory of your mother
Soft and smiling
Stabbing herself in the knee with an ice pick
Staring into him
As if I were looking for something to return to
Demanding something
I'll never get back

Crying settles into dark applause for the womanhood bowing stage left
And you both lay naked
But not the love kind
No never like this.



Credits
Writer(s): Marielena Cartagena
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