Victoria's Secrets

My flesh is heretic.
My body is a witch.
I'm burning it.

"Awkward Advances in Monroeville"

Your lips were warmer than your hands
Our bodies corresponded over the broken signals
I indulge myself anyway as I'm certain you do, too
It feels like old produce sprayed with cool water
It feels like recycled products tossed into a designated bin
We're on display now for the other drones to see
Sweet like honey, your lips were warmer than
Your heart.


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