Dutifully, the blaze circulates.
Beckon we into here and overdosing,
timetables sundering perspective
with a smile. I’m old enough
to cool my insides. Morning
and a vague light describes.
I lay the wet blanket, induce the cringe.
You unhinge your body’s door.
Thus we come to speculate
more emphatically, drown the noose
in gasoline before adorning
the neck of the obscene.
Lean into my lurid warmth and drool.
You only get so many second guesses.

-r. miller

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