Slithering through my skin

inch by inch
makes its way down
bursting opening the bubble
the premier cell on the surface
meander, wander
yonder, a crimson state
gnawing to get a base for existence
basis for existence
trickling, shades and textures
sizes and characters
seeking something better
something raw
something juicy
with more news than you,
droplets of evaporation
a Freud theory in disguise
gone wrong for most,
most parts
till it doesn’t slide to my lips
in playful bouts
tasting of salt.

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