YOURS

Teach me how to breathe.
You are the worst kind of beautiful and I don’t know what to tell you.

Dig into me, I beg of you.
Buried treasures so deep ribcage violated, and I think he was searching through my mouth a few times more.
Just because.

Layer by layer, peel me new skin.
I’ve squandered this one on charlatans and graffiti artists and I need to, I must be your pièce de résistance.

Everything I am aches for you.

 

-erica jeudy ©

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