quickie

come fuck me
and now
he says

and i swoon

i tingle inside
like electric dust

i steal another swig
of tennessee whiskey
rocks
before i drag the alcoholic glass
across the cement
where their kiss ends
with a shatter

i run my thumb across
the snowy glass static
and sift shards to smear
into my soft spots

behind my ears
where i can hear
the sanguine smear
softness wrecked
and collect in burgundy pool
beside my clavicle

and between my fingers
where i used to be ticklish
i smash the glassy ashes
and silently
ask for better grasp

i claw my fingers across
the glassed cement
and hope my prints
slide from my fingers

that the whirling tips
digest themselves
like the iridescent acidic corpse
that feasts upon itself 

little does he know
that im already fucked