Caricamento in corso...

Eleven

It’s like castor oil for a punishable girl, and
I swear I’m just venomous!.... sometimes
spitting and rattling
eleven smooth slits in the sand
suffocating, undressing
so the sun is to me
a lovely burden
of crimson, of salt
snorted our last consequences
blame me into the corner
and I’ll stay there
coiled

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