So beat me, until the whites of my teeth are framed with red in a shark-faced smile and my eyes roll back brimming with crocodile tears and my hair knots in steel-wool clumps between the bones of your knuckles that stretch the skin so taut they could just be cold cling-wrapped stones and the veins in your arms, your hands, in you, they swell on the surface and throb with the rush of your psychopathy, they writhe, the entire length of those blue snakes that I want to kiss and kiss, oh I love you, I love you.

By Tess Van Deyk

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