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battlefucking  

let’s stop with the pretense    
and throw down    
using nothing but our bodies    
as weapons    
   
and baby this time  
I’m armed to the teeth  
   
when you drop your bag    
at the front door  
I'll be waiting in
two feet of flowing  
holy-fucking-shit    
with matching heels    
and see-through panties,    
guaran-damn-teed to distract    
you so I can strike    
first  
   
And I will,    
if you can’t fucking stop me    
if you can’t fucking take me    
I will    
fuck    
you    
up    
with my angel bra    
and hooker’s eyes.    
   
slam you against the wall    
bite your lip,    
and ride your leg    
while my hands slip under your shirt  
ripping need down your sides    
with my nails.    
   
The dark mark on my hip  
from when you finally wake up,    
bend me back without mercy    
against the kitchen counter    
and remind me --    
that short of racking you in the balls,    
and running like hell --    
I can’t take you.  
   
And I’ll be struggling  
enraged,    
trying to chip through your    
shoulder blades with    
my heels,    
because it’s not fair,    
goddamn you,    
it’s not fair that    
you’re not the    
one always crawling    
away    
in the middle of the night    
   
In the frenzy on the counter    
a fork pokes me in the ass  
breaking the skirmish,    
and we laugh,    
hold our breath    
shake like day-two drunks,  
as desire kicks  
into gear,    
and we take hostages,    
leaving no survivors    
   
your teeth mark  
a perfect halo    
of yesgodplease  
around my navel  
while I bruise your ribs,    
crack your back,    
teach you my name    
sounds like heaven    
with ‘you fucking whore’    
in behind it.    
   
Let’s rage,    
let’s fight,    
let’s war until  
we both lose    
   
and in the middle of the night,    
when the scraps of the black nothing    
I’d worn have been reduced  
to wartime tourniquets,    
I’ll break the treaty    
and rest my tangled head    
on your chest,    
too sore    
to crawl    
away from you  
   
again.
Written by Betty
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