Book marking a fossil

They are complimentary

Inseminating lust
And
Comatose cadaver

The shadows that are ripped off
Are age old ones
Sliding playing cards.

Dig the corpse
And
Grab the rotten flesh.

Strap her nerves around her lungs
Let not her panting fans off
The pace of their bloody sweat.

Tilt her head or break it
It bores you with its eyes bulged

Count her pulse
For the climax.

Spit on it
Puke on it

Rip it apart
As body and soul
Pickle the body and drag the soul

Dry it
Butcher and bookmark it.

Forget it!

Let’s meet this fossil/ed it
Years later…
In a feminist anthology !

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