Whipping

My skin, all white awaits you

Write, O write in red upon me

Carve your name inside me

It’s the pain I need right now.

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Your words unformed create me

My soul unturned awaits you

White skin dies to red anew

It cries and cries me into

This need I have right now.

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But you, you smile again and say,

“Soon, but soon, not now”