
Cheerleader Corpses
Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling,
The arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage.
These pills I take in the witching hour.
I imagine I am swallowing you.
Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling,
The arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage.
These pills I take in the witching hour.
I imagine I am swallowing you.
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