I look in the mirror and its the day I couldn't remember
The leaves the trees look the same

Suddenly your fingers...padded to seem benevolent
but forceful enough to silence  me grip me under you

The same bunk bed 11 year old school girl sleeps in...
The same bunk bed that is decorated with flowers and hearts

Slithers of my tongue are sliced by your whispers and breath over my lips.

Slithers of meat are being sliced off of my brain 
I close my eyes in the middle of my brain

Where I can detect the ounce of love.
The ounce of love I hold on to, 
the trust I have knowing I am at your mercy.


"mmm" "mmm" "mmm"

the mirror watches us

I wait for it to show my reflection
I wait for my face to begin screaming in the glass
screaming
ripping

Tendrils of my hair get stuck in your beard, and your kisses slither and slice my skin


Slithers of meat you chew with your thighs, 


every time
every time

I love you