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rotgut

I want to slide past your lips  
like silk,  
like kerosene,  
like madness,  
and bloom in your stomach like a  
drop of food coloring in a glass of water  
taint that shit irrevocably.  
 
I want you to fuck you up  
so damn badly tonight  
that you swear off me  
tomorrow morning,  
unwilling to put your body  
through this again.  
 
and when you mean to reach for a  
glass of water and an asprin,  
I want you to instead  
reach for me  
with shaking hands  
for just one more taste  
just enough to take the edge off  
 
Days later,  
I want you  
to lick your lips  
and shudder at the thought  
of the way I taste,  
palms sweating as you  
dream of more.  
 
When you come for more  
I want us to    
get shit-faced fast,  
ride out the rage,  
the loneliness,  
fear  
lust,  
sickness and shame  
 
so that we can finally let go  
and each stop battling ourselves in silence  
 
and force it all past another set of lips  
 
I want you to fuck it out of me,  
fuck it into me,  
my moans as you do like    
the best damn scotch  
that you poured down the drain  
so that you could drink bathtub gin  
from an old  
Diet Coke bottle,    
while you  
twist me, take me, make me  
recreate me in an image so sick  
that security knocks on the door  
to make sure nobody’s dying.  
 
We lie, and  
say nobody’s dying.  
 
when really  
my eyes are rolled back  
in my head  
as you succumb in my arms  
from ethanol fumes  
and  
 
black  
label  
me
Written by Betty
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