Hard

Cold

Plastic

But

It

Satisfies

 

As she

Swells

So do

The tears

Behind the

Eyes

 

A wave

Of pleasure

Mixed

With a

Heavy

Slick

Of pain

Exorcises

A groan

 

 

Tears

Migrate

Ending

Their journey

Sitting in

The holes

Of her lobes

 

Replacing

The

Diamonds

That had

To be

Sold

 

In the

Recovery

Position

She

Places

Herself

 

For a

Life of

Cubic zirconia tears

And

Cold

Hard

Plastic