TALE OF THE TAIL

I want to bother.
I want to hurry. I want to bury you.
I want to bury you under the satin entrails,
my lovely tummy entails.

I want you to experience whiplash–
my hair, my contraband, my strand,
my cat-o-nine tails, the flail.

But it’s true, I cannot move or remove you.
You’re a lead vampire, resilient,
pulling bullets out of a thick neck.

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