Christmas Morning

Tear me open,
Dear lover.
I'm your present
The skin is my wrapping
A bag to conceal.
Muscles tear
Splitting open
As you try to get me to open.
Struggling to open the jar
Of an abdomen.
I gasp in pain
And falsified pleasure.
I said I wanted to spill open to you
But not like how you made me.

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