He spoke to me once of murderous intent
I was supposed to be afraid
I knew he had his reasons
The murder of someone who had hurt someone he loved
I wished I were someone he loved
For someone he loved he would murder a man
find him and stalk him and slit his throat
fulfilling my revenge fantasies
that the movies never fully satisfy
(especially when because they show the scene that needs revenge exacted to begin with)
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turns out shared rage is a love language
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sharpening my knife on the bottom of a coffee cup
indecisively hoping it will find purchase on flesh that was not allowed to touch me
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Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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Gross
Running my muscular tongue along the pebbled roof of your mouth / feeling our saliva stick together in the way wet food congeals in the sink / your teeth cutting into veins and my lips that puff up to show off / the cakey corners of our mouths that keep touching each other/ trying to swallow you whole / getting to know the feeling of mixing DNA organically / a most disgusting act to love
By Ariana GonBon8 months ago in Poets
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Sharp! 😉🔪 ⚡️💙⚡️