Plathesque Enjambment

He licks your hot crinoline,
criminal tongue, addicted-
they repel me, they abhor

me. The sandpaper outline
of a severed kite, shines

upon the cool wall of guilt
and shame, oh the shame!
It is easy to keep me

once you find me. Easy to
kill me, I am easily dead

to you.

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