C. Renee Kiser

Common Ground

I gave up  
all my little empathies,  
just like that 
I was his slut-angel, sincere 
and sick with adoration; 

I was a sucker, yeah 
I guess that’s what we had in common- 
in our own fucked-up ways 
I handed over my wrist with swirled eyes
And we knew only   
of hunger

is never anyone’s bitch  
It snickers in the bushes 
comes out of hiding 
when it damn well fucking feels like it


From: The Ones Who Adore Your Veins, RaVenGhost Press

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