I have a knife
I'd like to perforate your skin,
make seams and
peel you open,
to rip into you the way you rip into me
I'd like to pierce your heart,
have it open for me
I want you vulnerable
when I lie down beside you
legs clasped,
mouths attached,
two sucking chest wounds pressed against each other,
great gaping needs swallowing everything,
and let myself become inoperative
so you can wash your hands in alcohol
and walk away from it all

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