I cannot number the times you've cut me off, choked me out, rubbed me raw, drained me. Stench, stinking up my view like a thousand flipped turtles on a stretch of prehistoric sand. I'd bury you to dig you back up like a dog, later Consuming you from your ass until your teeth. My spent seed gumming up a future in you Worshipped, your insight smells of old blood. The way it sticks around like an uninvited cousin Waiting for another monthly opportunity to breed. Casting men up mountains to moan alone with one another under hood.