I guess some scars look like stretchmarks

Like dagger
Like senseless, wounding switchblade
click
gold; chrome’s not enough
You wield words sometimes teetering on sharp edges
sometimes blindfolded, too, ’cause baby,
I know you’re one for a thrill
Arms up,
screaming,
running
Fuck, that hurt
Dunno if you realise you cut me
Wonder if you’ll notice the scar next time you undress me
eyes wide
while you’re teetering on the lace edge of
my lingerie

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