Seeing it in my hand,
Erect. I fiddle with it
Listlessly,
Fighting back the urge
Mistake(?) maybe but the
Urge is overwhelming, and my throat aches with
Tears and tiny talons pierce my skin,
Ironic that it doesn’t hurt. I
Lust after the sensation
A
Tiny
Incision that doesn’t bleed, and still I
Only
Need.
*An acrostic poem if you haven't noticed yet. I did it for a class but I would love feedback. I'm considering adapting it into a free verse poem.



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