Twenty

Twenty fingers

Twenty toes

Stretched out

In an orgasmic pose

Only when

Half remains

Does the darkness

Come again

Ten fingers

Ten toes

Huddling in the corner

Hiding from what I know

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Slapped across my face

As I try to survive

At least right now

I feel something

For what is worse

Than feeling nothing.

 

 

 

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