I will untie
his rib cage,
cross-stitching my veins
within the depths of his lungs.

Tweezing his taste-buds,
connecting the damp petals to yield
my name, shredding him power-less,
as his first and final breath belongs to me.

Threading my heart
strings, into the crescent
opening of his delicate cuticles,
gaining control as his puppeteer.

Then clinging to
his meat, I will oxidize
inside his muscles, teasing
his screams every time he moves.

And I will sear his
retina with the taste of
my lips, piercing his brain
with the desire of my touch.

I will capture him from the
inside-out…and he will become my obsession.

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