I am dirty
like a rag dipped in green turpentine
full of bottled dreams
bottle blue
neglected, the pins lie scattered all over my floor
but you lie just across
the floor,
casting your fiery hair over the jangle of clutter
till, I am swamped by your scent, as strong as an animal
twisting my muscles in pain.
hated one, my enemy, my fantasy
smashed
into me
by me.
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