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Looking For A Taste... Looking For A Taste... this side of town, the sun goes down at the same time no matter what time of year it is. this side of town, the dark is always hungry, the dark is always sharp. the moon turns on its side and bears down like a toothy smile like a feral cheshire, and you swear it’s supposed to wax and wane but all you’ve ever known is this sideways grin, and it’s never been friendly. you come home on a subway full of men with hands like carving knives; they’re all looking for a taste. their thick fingers find your hips and ask if you’re willing to sell because, oh, they’re willing to buy. like you are a commodity, like they could have you for the right price. they lick their lips like they know how you look beneath all those clothes. you do not flinch. you do not cry. home is at the end of a hallway that keeps getting longer. the doorways leading up to it feel different every time. it’s an apartment complex, but it’s a cemetery. nameplates like headstones, you rented a space and they gave you a key to your own grave. home isn’t home, it’s a wrought iron fence. home still doesn’t feel the same. the secret is, midas was a woman, and everything she touched turned to shit. but at least she’s honest. men just like thinking they’ve got gold pouring from their fingertips. but you know better. and men never did you any favors. in fact, there was man standing at the corner of every worst thing you ever did. you dig your skeleton out of the mud on the banks of the river. you find it one bone at a time, like a jigsaw: here is your femur, your kneecap, your ribs. here are your punched out teeth but you can’t figure out where your head is. the moon colors the trees ghostly white; you can’t tell the muck from the blood, here. you can’t tell the truth from the lie. they call themselves sheep but in the light their sharp teeth glisten. you were the boy who cried wolf and you howled at the moon because at least the beasts would listen. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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Sounds like you've been re-reading the end of Nine and a Half Weeks again. Don't worry, they just want you to take a little taste. Of course they all each want a little taste of you. Soon, after tasting all of them, and all of them tasting you, They'll all still be there, but... there'll be nothing left of you.
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