Death Sex
By Jonny Zero
Watching you die on sheets woven out of our own indignity blood red testaments of bleeding hearts, used rubbers, and empty promises the music of you echoing off walls as I play my games inside of you Receiving me you slump and die on my burning chest and liquored eyes Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 11:39 PM PST 0 • 16
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"Watching you die..."