it was like i joined a cult,
the first time i told you no.
i almost choked,
but those two letters,
were the most tasty thing
to ever spill between, my
two juicy lips-
with no apology
and no cuts on my wrist-
that was the day
that i felt you slip
that was the day
i caught a grip...
you are nasty
and your wounds bloom like a cut
deep in the gut,
of the only woman,
you truly loved.
poetry: jasmine amani
photography: joshua brown
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