Hardly

By: M. Plucky

I love you like I shouldn't.
hard.
with one eye cocked
for the cockroach
on the wall.

Chains rattle and
so does my breath,
uneasy and queasy,
through to the other side
of dawn.

I grab your jaws
with mine
and eyes lock
into battle.
I want to butcher
your lovely lady ribs
like cattle.

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