Jan 6, 2025
femicide
teddy bears, stitches, & hearts
and all of their pink inside parts
i trace his muscles at his seams
loosen up, I feel them beating
pink gooey dreams
like sweet bubblegum swallowed deep
pressed under your tongue
gunking up your skeleton
because she is shame
she is too prime
she is hiding behind every line
when your kiss tastes just right
im tasting her too
she lays under my every breath
submissive little death
she dances behind my eyes
she is my deep regret
that my pink is stitched inside
always thought of ripping open
taking the bird from the cage
she died too many times
flight was short before the rage
