Nest

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