Treasure Island

A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

Baby, Don't Kill Me.


I kiss her laceration.
She moans.
Like any victim of blood loss
Would.

I breathe crime
Onto her breasts.

With my kiss
She tastes a villain’s motivation.
Along with my loneliness.

My thigh muscles flex.
What lovers mistaken
For affection,
Perspires
And flicks off my leg hairs.
Stroking until expiration
Comes.

What secrets she keeps
Are revealing themselves.
While I taste my flavor of loneliness
On her thighs.

She uses her fingernails
Like daggers.

Peeling away dead skin cells
From my aging flesh.

She lays there still
As a corpse.

I remind her
That she’s alive.

Submitted: Friday, November 15, 2013

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