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SAW

By Italo Ferrante



i groped my way out of a needle pit i

swished through a fan of blades snapped

knuckles twisted muscles watched the unrated

director’s cut oh i wish that you were with me

my fingers tucked into your pits sweating out a cold

while a man wakes up strung up by his tongue

in a subway tunnel how romantic to snog & think

of medieval torture my hair pulled further & further

back until my scalp partially forgets your fingertips

until lasers slice through someone’s skull & i feel

sick sci-fi style like a malfunctioning time machine

i’m scared that if you don’t give me a belly spasm now

a nail bomb will go off & two blocks of ice will smash

our heads in so take this arched smile these lips wet

with want & spank me five times if i don’t bite down


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