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August 21, 2018

La Petite Mort—the Little Death. {Poem}

**Warning: some naughty language ahead!

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I am covered in sand

But I do not want to wash your scent off my skin…

 

He says.

 

After we fuck under palm trees and a star-crossed sky

My weak resolve stands no chance

Against his strong kisses atop my carotid artery

 

Any second it feels like he’ll break the skin

Let me bleed out

In waves

In his arms

 

Or is it orgasm?

 

Right now I cannot say

But do I even need to?

 

The Little Death

 

Say the French

I believe they are right

 

Tonight I died six times atop the cock of a foreign man.

~

author: Brooklynn Bosworth

Image: Unsplash/Jessica To'oto'o

Editor: Yoli Ramazzina

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Brooklynn Bosworth

Brooklynn Bosworth is a yoga teacher, athlete, activist, and writer. She believes her experiences create a natural storyline for her writing and enjoys sharing poetry, prose, and short story based from authentic experience. Brooklynn is situated in the Hawaiian Islands and enjoys all that is encompassed in “island style.” She’s keen on big love, community, and creative expression in whatever form it demands to be birthed. Find out more on her website.