the sadist...


the sadist…
by hook
fire
anchor
or
noose
i saw no way out.

i think execution
machines were
sweeter than you.

but i could not stop
craving your
push and pull
and empty words.

i hung onto your every touch
waiting for the branch
to break
or your knot
to slip
so i might
breathe once again.

by hook
fire
anchor
or
noose
i wanted only you

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