lay me down on the bathroom floor
and poke my heart with a wooden spike
remind me of my gruesome origins
as my ribs part for you.
I open my chest for you
so enter
my ribs will unite once more
carefully intertwining at the very end
as you become comfortable in their cold embrace.
once the spike is settled in the flesh there's only a matter of time until it begins
to rot.
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