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Poetry

FINN

By: Christine Force

Soft, white, dirty bastard

You don’t stop, youdemand. _

Take me. Take me.

Pushing me against the wall
Touching me with your dull, white nails
Leaving welts like fire burning

Cold air blowing on sweaty skin

You pull, tug, stop still, refuse to move
Smelling the grass between my legs
Tangling around me -
Until I let you go

And yourun...free

Ignore me, I’m calling you

Dirtier than before, exhausted

You sleep. Leaving me alone.