September 13, 2019

Toad

We are cast
In metal thick
Where water
In droplets
Would groove
Through unspeakable
Lengths of time
And fold upon
Itself into
Whatever cuts
Deep and bloody

I cannot answer
I cannot promise
I know my skin
Laid upon you
In strips
Drips down
To your knees
Where you beg
In the mud
Like a toad
Because you love it

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