Spitting out your seed
binging on watermelon wine
devouring this sugar baby
‘cause I’m ripe, juicy, tasty.
My undercover lover
marking territory on exes
wet spots spreading
along thin cotton lines.
I’ve a fat lip swelling
anaphylactic reaction
to your napalm.
I’ve a hot welt rising
in the shape of your hate
across my behind.
Why are you returning
when there’s nothing left
‘cept the green rind?
I never want to forget how it feels to have been so hungry that I was willing to starve.
Carmilla Dawn 