" Litter

My feelings were dogs
With no master left to tend them
But the dogs stayed alive
And discovered they could feed themselves
And I must really love my dogs
Or else I would have stabbed them
So as never to mistake again
A deadbolt for an opening
Because I am a dead girl
And I want to be alive
Though the things that look like life to me
Are somehow a killing
But one day I may get a death
The coming of a kind
That seeks no other death to love
And I'm so scared of choking "

― Melissa Broder , Last Sext