Rattle
Each secret she swallows calcifies, in her abdomen, to bone, vertebrae to metatarsus, phalanges turn stone when a small skeleton formed of the lies you force fed, in bed, assembled while she was asleep. Each word a more virulent seed buried ever more deep until it grows claws and a vestigial tail, fossilized need inside a virginal veil. Your fing…
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