into the mat
with arms
behind my back.
Press me down
and bite my tongue
frail wrists in strong grips.
Chest upon my back,
compressing what's left
of what was my best
The cracks and crunch
of rib-- one by one,
by rib by bone--
and with their shattered shards
does come the splintering
of what was my trust
obscured by dust
inside your drunken lust.
Press me down--
(your soft exterior: a playful clown)
face first to you. On you I drown.
Press me down.
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