A Note Concerning Bad Behavior

You slip your hand around my waist and pull me to you. A meteor in your orbit, I crash into your skin and feel shrapnel ricochet off our ribs as they meld together. I taste iron and liquor in your mouth and know your groaning self-hatred as you press into me and into the wall and into the void. Before I know it, you’ve shattered my body and my resolve and, for a blissful moment, all is dark.

[Written November 14th, 2016]


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