Jamaal May, from “The Whetting of Teeth,” The Big Book of Exit Strategies  (via weltenwellen)
I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious,
to tell me my armor is just skin, bones,
only bones.
Posted 4 years ago on 10th November
Via: wounden · Origin: lifeinpoetry
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