18. Seduction/Destruction

Prying fingers
dipping
into my eyes
of liquid mercury.

You smack your lips
wetly
at the sound
of my struggling
shudders,
crawling up
the walls
of my skin.

I stare at you
with my empty
sockets, empty
except for the drip
of my mercury.

Your fingers
are poisoned,
as you pull out
I succeed.

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