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Stuck
Nichole Beattie

Please open up.
The phone won’t work
but my lighter will
So I guess I’ll be all right.

Red never looked so good
on your hips
When you tickled my arm
and whispered in my ear

Tomorrow you’ll wear blue for me.
With a longer slit.
I know who you are
and I’ll give you what you want

But can you afford it
Do you know the price?
I’d wear a tag
If you promised me something
Anything.

Keep drinking, please
keep drowning yourself
it makes my job easier
A lifeboat.
If only for one night.
And I know you know that price.

It used to be free for me.
But the stakes have been raised
too high.
High.

And now my clear mind
clouds my mind
So I’ll take you
to fill me up
And let you put me up on a pedestal.

Your high priest
Just come closer and let me
let you let me.

"What does that tattoo mean" you asked
Peace
and I paid a lot for it
It’s not for sale
and it can’t be shared

And it doesn’t have much to do with
what I’m going to do with
you.
Once this elevator door opens. 

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