the heel of her stiletto is on my spine / an aculeus burying deep into the tissue / tearing at the cartilage / crushing my will / she doesn’t fuck around, boy / she just fucks / with stocks and crops / she binds and whips and cuts and shreds flesh / fuck the baseball bat / she takes a 12 gauge to the pinata because she really likes her candy hard / white lines mixed with red blood numbs my blued back / blackness is the shadow which occupies the hole / unilluminated by the moon shine moon pie,...