there's a market for everything
by Ava Blu
i make art with my fallen strands in the shower;
this has become my life.
they dance with the wetness just as my pussy lips dance when you touch them.
i don't think too openly anymore,
now my legs stay closed more often than not
but the fingers always do tricks i cannot resist.
do you think of me as something rotten now? do you think the stench is in my bones?
everyone i touch, i kill. and i'm not all that sorry for it.
Posted on 12/27/2017
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