wistful
--
a poem
the devil only
came for my flesh.
and i was to be devoured until
i was nothing but my teeth.
they craved the way their name
swished around my mouth like
cool water amidst all their heat.
and i swallowed whatever
they gave me with the
biggest smile i could find.
they did not claim
me with their tongue.
nor did they practice
saying my name aloud.
so i never once dared
to meet the devil’s gaze.
never learned the color
or the shape of their eyes.
nor if long eyelashes
hid their beady beauty.
they saw mine though and
ignored what they found there.
they taunted me with my hunger.
offered only spit and fingers
to my weeping orifices
even after i begged
them to love me.
over and over
again.
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