septenary

 
She badgered me with

peach stricken kisses

crimson curls of her tongue

 

Smothering me until I was blue and

weeping and writhing

with lilac freckles blotching my skin

 

Seven to be exact

 

Seven hours until she strikes

cardinal sins She counts down

using me as the bomb


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