What do you seek in these ghastly arms that only harm you?
The fingers of those hands prey and curl around your waist
tossing you treats of affection
laying a trail of goods you cannot refuse
and he's laughing his head off
You are too young for your own boundaries
you grow a part in him, like a gnarled root, in your stomach
leeching on your spirit, feeding eternally
Lolita, you're not a treasure
and he's drinking your face off
