Ashley Mares

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I’ll tell you what he desires: this double jointed
girl knee deep in flower petals. This skin carved

with scripture. A man is amused with bare bones
polished in pretty. This dead flower uprooted

from his abdomen. He promised that bone ruins
could be put back together. This purely devoured

body. He said pain is merely something our flesh
walks toward. These red lips pressed against pillow

cases. He tried to memorize how her limbs look
emptied. This vessel of pretty. He said climb into

me. This girl that got under his skin. This deboned girl
pressed her fingernails into her thighs. It won’t kill her. 

                                    
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