Contort Me



Snap my back, crack my limbs

against your knee.

Fold me. Drag me.

Undo me. Fuck me.


I would let you break my bones

to bend into the inhuman shapes you preferred.

Your beloved bloody contortionist;

teeth clenched sticks doggy-style.

I was your good bitch–

you had trained me to

embrace dysfunction.

But then you learned

a dog will only take a kicking for so long

before she spits out the stick for

your small balls, and chews them


I contort for no one now.








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