My breath smells in the morning
After a night that I can neither
Remember or forget
But that still went on
Somewhere at some time in some place
With someone who sucked
The air from within
And transferred their own
Short, violent hiccup
That swallowed a tongue
And clattered with teeth
And whirled spit with spit –
The enzymes inside,
A lock and key like lips,
Hungry to eat
And dissolve
And destroy each other,
Or maybe just one another.
It ends. Blood is transparent.
I am left with the rot of their war.
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