Filth

Glistening rubies, tear drop in shape,
Indifferent as to how they fall.
Slickening down brown sugar planes,
Into a puckered black hole.
A violent take,
Against all restraint,
A cry on crackling lips.
Dancing hands,
Moonshaped nails,
Rubies once again.
Delicacy does not live here,
Pain is unabashed, and unashamed.
Wrinkled flesh, blood pumped veins,
Penetrating,
Again.
And again.

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