the entomologist

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The entomologist pins me to the wall / The floral paper's a perfect mount;
His honeyed words drip onto me as he preps me with half-lidded eyes.
Now fully relaxed as I'm moved to position, / I'm pliant and agreeable for his arrangement,
My empty cavity filling with all of his plans. / He's always said I'm his favorite specimen;
The perfect centerpiece for his display.

M.D. Lukas,
The Entomologist

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This isn't a piece I'm particularly proud of anymore, but I did enjoy it as I was writing it. I can't really explain why I wrote it, as bug taxidermy and gay sex aren't exactly commonly paired together. The title isn't final either, I just couldn't think of anything better.