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i sent wave upon wave rushing through her,
flushing at the base of her neck
came blood tsunamis
from the epicenters of her breasts,
her pale skin translucent, embryonic,
pebbled by the brush of my touch.

her irises pinwheeled and constricted,
the whole world for a brief depraved moment
spun far out and well beyond
what her frail fingers could hold
while the spirits of dead matriarchs floated by,
caught at the lip of that other place,
powerless but to witness
the devil devour their soft heredity.

a stain on futures,
a genetic asterik of indiscretion,
a lesson learned but soon forgotten
in stead of safety, pastel skin,
eyes tired from forever concealing
secrets of youthful waste.

-S.C. Martinez