Gumption

For You:
A punch to your gut
Sucking the belly button in
Until it winches to the spine.
It’s a slap across the lips
Dry, flaky, with
Flecks of the pale dead skin
Sticking to your knuckles.
It’s a baseball bat to your knees
Shattering bone and sinew
As metal pings into the air
Crippling and buckling

For Me:
It’s a sing along tune
Whistling around my head
Notes make-believe
Erratic.
It’s an adrenaline filled kick
Pumping and coursing
High voltage, electrifying
Hot.
It’s a skin-tight dress
Bloodred nails
Silky, smooth
Forbidden

The way my mouth
Forms the perfect O
When I utter
No.

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