shutter

clipped pupils. my right hand is on the glass.
cold.

dimpled. two spider bites on my wrist. my favorite is infected.

like a dark rot the power keeps growing.

found echoes that quiver when I say, "cum, cum". I will ask to be opened

and hidden by one steady form.

fetish for my porn: ripped from the window

two fingerprints, burnt by the sun.

traded curves: accommodating