i'm holding your hand so you can't harm a thing that i pity

when you fuck me and i don't 

like it, is that violence, you keep 

goring my form in pursuit 

of an end i have hidden from

even myself, no words are safe—

i have such illusions about S&M

and what pain is not.

when you fuck me and i think

[brutal] is the best word for this 

winter, is that normal. i'm not

there under your nails because

you chew them out of habit.

i'm holding your hand so you

can't harm a thing that i pity.

the pinkness of the skin

around the nail is an omen.

brutal is the winter and some days

a bird migration may as well be

any unkindness of ravens, is it

generous to think i'm as malignant

as a sinkhole. is it violent,

hoping we don't think alike at all.

it could kill us, what we don't

know but are staring to glimpse

[Justin Phillip Reed 'Any Unkindness', from Indecency]