Escape again.

the edge of your thighs
butterfly tilt to welcome
the pressure of wrists bound
between loosened ties and
caught off guard confessions

dog ear my favorite commercials
as i crumble to my knees
gasping
over her smile and her hair and her body
and oh, oh, oh, her hands tremble my jaw

take a bite out of me, boy
i'll do you one better
with rotten meat and cracked femurs
stuck in the glitter of my incisors
challenge me until we're whimpering

he took her dare literally
hands trapped in the smoke of her hair
bruises swelling her mouth and her ribs
she became the sad yowler, lonely scavenger they always claimed she was
but she tipped her chin up and she smiledfuckyou

you're a slave to your tragedies
but oh, you twist them to be beautiful
and we croon and we slaver and we beg
you're brilliant, you're brilliant
we don't want to be you though

but we do
we really do.