wincing, she weeps tears
of milk beneath my filed nails
as they dig deeper
between her tight, shiny,
tender kernels. i'm ripping
out her yellow hair,
tearing her limb from
limb. when i'm through, i place her
in a crowded bowl.
she lies naked with
her friends, waiting for a bath--
hot, cleansing, salted.
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excellent
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