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Sex Kitten

You came again...

Over I mean
to my house
next door
across the street
down the road
the next block over
to the house
behind the evergreens.

The place where I lost myself
in senseless reactions
and pointless mistakes
where I learned nothing
when I slit my wrist over and over
damn, I never could get that right.

The same place that
demons lie in my bed
my burdens
transcend even myself.

Too much time
for my small hands to hold
too much time
to remember the past
to remember our last argument
to hold your image
during our last conversation
that happened days ago.

Does this make me your sex kitten
that sleeps with her demons
to cry away her burdens
is this what I've become
a sex kitten with a bleeding heart
with an expensive taste in poisons chosen?

Does it matter anymore
another burden in my box
another demon in my bed.

So..... you came again.