alexandre arnau - 2nd Trimester

soaked in her
hormonal rage
acid mouth and toxic
deliverance
she screams white noise
and throws rooms
from the top
of the stairs
safe in the knowledge
she bears a hot burning
seed

in the corner
i fold myself
into a frail origami
nightmare
i do my time
guilty of nothing
except needing
to be wanted

alexandre arnau

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