. . . v . o . l . a . t . i . l . e . e . . .
Honey, show me some more skin.
Honey, let me in.
I am the wound and you are the salt, but you hurt so good.
Honey, I can taste every mouth that came before me
in the blood beneath your teeth
and I want to be the very last mouth you ever touch.
These are the seasons and you look like every…