I knew I walked in on something
That was never meant for my eyes
They stalked towards me like wolves
To their prey
And they took my body like Eucharist.
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Drinking me in like
The alcohol, still thick on their breath
And chewing on my skin
Like a buffet of carbs.
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I am not sure, what you want from me
In this moment of confusion
In my seclusion, within this forestry
You surround me, taller than the trees
Your fingers, growing like limbs
Reaching towards me,
Barely manicured nails scratch like pine needles.
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Many scratches of bark
Dip into my curves
Scratching scarred skin, scrapping
Beautiful clothing into fresh mangled flesh
Falling to the ground in leaves of cotton.