I did not realise I was closed.
Doors so barely open.
But in the bareness of naked flesh,
A dense darkness always remained.
No light, no flicker.
Blinded, blind, skinned. Hard.
Desired but equally taunted. Used.
A rope so pretty to hang oneself with.
Ruby beads poured on the floor.
The fecundity of my weeping spirit,
A merry gash between my legs.
She laughs coin that may well pay the ferryman.
To the darkest corners they scatter abroad.
Never spent. Lost.
A whore utterly abhorred.
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