one night stand

sweet talk him to
tomorrow’s
breakfast table
but then i cry
i see him
casually
caressing
bodies that
killers
wouldn’t touch
today he eats me
with sugar and
philosophy
impacting my
beauty
forbidden
is no longer
in my
vocabulary

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