Breadcrumb #169


desire lives under my fingernails and i can never wash her out no matter how hot, how soapy she always whispers: you've been digging. and with the worm hearts and all the seeds i am filled with evidence, desire as: dirty girl. or we could talk about the canines never sawed down, the bird bones and elephant muscle, a gorging of meat, the licking of paws, desire as: monstrosity.

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