Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling, the arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage. These pills I take in the witching hour. I imagine I am swallowing you.
Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling, the arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage. These pills I take in the witching hour. I imagine I am swallowing you.