You grin sweetly,
only making me wonder just how many before me
have been subjected to these gaping exhibits
of open legs and milky skin.

Oh, I suppose it's too bad you're so unware.

( all I want from you
is a chance to undo the salty skin laced around your throat.
that is, of course,
after I've had my fill. )

and while your arms are soaring through coarse sheets
I'm writing down every move you make in a counterfeit frenzy.

when you collect (and you will)
I'll send your veins a million tiny explosions,
a beautiful fury of tunneled fleshcavities.

I will fill your hollows,
and leave you even more empty than before we began.

But you will thank me, you will.

06/20/2004

Author's Note: The title was actually the author's note, then I realized I didn't have a title and couldn't think of one. no offense to him though, he probably doesn't even kill prostitutes. much.

Posted on 06/21/2004
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