eyeteeth before eyes
grabbing the stranger’s wrist
chin tilted towards the neon
she floods her face
familiar with his jawline
glass spreading skin
in the bottle, underwater
the world spins
two, two, three, four
the dance floor is sewage
breathing, old saliva welling
ankles twist
memory is a tricky thing
he’s like all the rest
just sweat and want and fingernails
good night, let’s bite
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