Meet Me In NASA

Churn me to butter, strip me of meat,

Skin me.

I want to see your claws go from deep inside you draws, to the inside of my rib-cage –  watch over you with my rib’s eye and pretty eyelash stitches.

I want to feel my skin peel, my brain string loose like spaghetti.

I want to feel you eat me, I want to feel you in me.

Feed me you wisdom, then fuck me, I’m finished.

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