Her clothes scattered like leaves
I watch her pounce from one side to the other
Cat purrs, and I watch her twist my body into position
Sliding silk, I pull and tug
Day one, the feast
Mouthing sadness
She one-by-one pulls of her first layer of skin
Never the right amount of beauty
Never the right amount of anti-everything
I want to love her with every inch of my being
She could eat my carcass alive
So much torment is part of the process
Becoming one of them
"My favorite activity is getting ready"
You are fucking invisible
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