• I am a hollow
    human syringe
    every night,
    overflowing
    with chemicals to make
    your pulse race
    your heart flutter
    and your hormones surge.

    To make you breathless
    and tense.
    Sobbing for air
    in wordless
    animal cries

    To make you weep,
    shoot up, purge
    and fast
    until your belly is empty
    your body lean,
    perfect, and photogenic.

    To make you
    paint your eyes with shadows
    and smile, laugh, pose
    perfect white tombstone teeth
    for the camera
    raised above your head.

    and I still will not embrace you.
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