by Quinlan L Gibson

What’s happening? What did you do that I asked you not to?
My God you’re inside me. Head to toe steaming through my veins
Invading my taste, my smell, my rising and sinking chest. You’re a test.
What have you done? I told you not to. And I can’t stop you.


Author's Note: C&R

Posted on 10/10/2017
Copyright © 2023 Quinlan L Gibson

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