i say 'no' and there's a monster in my bed that i didn't invite in (part i)Mature

I say ‘no’ and there’s blood in my teeth,
tasting like copper and rust and your kiss -
violent and dirty and crueler than lips should ever be.
I say ‘no’ and my skin blossoms into shades
of black and purple and yellow, fingerprints
like wilted flowers littering the field of my body.
I say ‘no’ and my skeleton shivers with the force
of your touch; splinters of my destabilized bones
slip around into crevices they don’t belong.

The End

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