your rapists were the last
to taste you in this world
their breath and
terror down
your neck
keeps me
up at night
but which
page of the bible says to
burn the faggot after
you force him to give
you your pleasure
each time I drink water
dropped from clouds water they burned out of your body I cup my
hands to catch you
in the revenge dream I behead
one of them
spell your name on my face
with his blood
the other is begging as I
choke him
his neck as soft as your neck
I pull him off his knees
check for tattoos
is
it him
is
it you
I
miss you
I
love you
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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