when i think of you
i have to strangle my heart
to stop it rising like bread
for me to slice up and give the pieces to you
-7/19/2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
knead
when i think of you
i have to strangle my heart
to stop it rising like bread
for me to slice up and give the pieces to you
-7/19/2021