Vices
She was rampant with addiction (s).
A deep nest of grasping sometimes.
A craving to be filled.
Or otherwise not feel.
And when shes waiting for him to take her,
Her pores open up and breathe him.
And she starts to shrink a little.
Cuz shame,
You know?
It's corrosive.
And like sugar , like smokes
Shell keep asking for more.
But
Nothing fills the nothing.
Like a double negative.
Bruises and battle scars form a story
he already knows.
He is, in fact, the author here.
Under his hands
her flesh
Submits.
