Silk mouth scarf
Knotted behind,
Blind fold from the side.
Magic needle of leather straps;
Don’t hold back,
Burn me gently.
This is not my first time.
Sewn together with errors of hope,
Lashed with a bridal gown.
Wrists bound,
Welts raised, soft and pink,
Rising swollen,
Railroad ties striping away
To somewhere you’ve
Seen on the torn
Pages of some book.
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