Nest - Cloud Rat

His sweat smells like sweet sludge

And when he opens me, I break like tree bark

«To pierce,» He said, «What beauty»

To hurt the part of me that glowed

As his hand follows my curves

I choke back the vomit

When he ripped my skin

Tidy he placed the maggots on the wound

Only caring that I would heal properly

I laid back in anguish, and licked myself clean

Foot to brain