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the blush wine vowels drip from down

between my knees
the ones I can't cough clean anymore, the ones

that fissured since the cracks slid through my toddler ankles

slip blood droplets on my lips, I’ve tried

to lick this down and swallowed

every inch of you, throated

all of it

didn’t ask for

any of this

so much of my tongue in my stomach by now

so many bite marks in my cheek, you would think

I would have taught myself a secret language only I could hear

but no

I have stamped a silence into my mouth

punched and carved out echoes

bloody-fisted

nothing left now but teeth

on the floor