i’d open my ribcage

for a girl i barely know 
bone and fat and sinew 
peeled back 
a grotesque, erotic display 
her fingers lodging between my ribs, 
finding a place to tug 
to rip me open, to watch my body work 
against her,  
the pulp of me thick, tough 
she pushes, pulls hard enough to break 
her fingers coated in citrus, 
cough syrup sticky, fingerprint bruises 
left where i hold her 
begging her, or God,  
for mercy