And I am still alive by Dawn Nikithser

I got over you last night
though the details escape me
like his name

But it will come, eventually,
like he did
after I did
so hard I shook from cunt to crown
jelly-legged, sore of nipples
throat hoarse from panting
sucking my life back
into me,
under him,
over you.

Dawn Nikithser (not pictured) has been writing since she could hold a crayon in her babyfat hand. She is pleased to say that both her handwriting and her ideas have improved since then, though she will still use a crayon if nothing else is available.

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