36. (L)over-exposure.

Her body curves right into my head…

She leaves a bloody bread crumb trail,
Her tail between her legs,
And whispers a noise that resembles something remote,
His dysfunction is captured in that communication,
His shadow expands to over come the defects.

His eyes open…
And she is still there, kissing him.

It expands, glitches on her hardware,
Echoes a malfunction spoken before,
Spiders wake, in the death bed of belief

It's a substitution for prostitution,
A gimmick sailed on the winds,
Her life; a fiber glass false prophecy,
She meets no demands

But demands expectancies met.

This ancient chip rusts, decays,
Plays on her mind,
Where no mind may play any longer.

The End

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