Curdled Milk Veins

My veins are filled with curdled milk and still I am not full.

I gorge myself on the sweets I've been denied;

How I love the taste of their sweetness with the saltiness of my tears.

I consume until my thighs pour the sweet smell of milk.

The summer gnats come to consume me until there is no more.

Then I will be happily whole.

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