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Rae Jan 2019
He flickers
She trickles
Together they are soot and smoke
Dripping wax stuck to the table
Scrape it off and lick your fingers clean

A mouse hides under my skin
He nibbles my ribs
Chews through the mesh of my brain
I whisper back, coo at his squeaking
His bones crunch between my teeth

Lines shape and form
Colors melt and bubble
Scent is a taste
Touch is a sound
Sprinkle of salt and the ending dissolves

Butter that oozes
Corn syrup dribbles out her mouth
Milk pours from between her legs
And ketchup sprays from her *******

The scissors snap
A tether is cut
One being becomes two

An open faced sandwich before me
Tomatoes galore, juicy and
Ripe. Slathered mayonnaise,
My mouth waters as I dive in-
To my meal.
Rae Jan 2019
The color of her flesh was purple

She roiled like smoke;
She spoke like slumber

When I answered her call
I swallowed too fast
And lost my tongue

Sodium chloride
Water vapor
Endorphins and electrical signals
You light me up like a Christmas tree
But when I look into your eyes
I see vineyards and crayons and
Soft, tinged bruises

The last time I saw her
She was eating his face

The last time I saw her
The sky was cold and your lips were red

The last time I saw her
She looked like fog;
Purple fog
Purple nail polish
Purple eyes

I dragged my fingers up her thighs
And she pressed her mouth to my cheek
And nipped me goodbye.
Rae Jan 2019
Suspended, intoxicated,
Their faces spell out a word I can’t read
But I hear them, I hear them
And I let their ringing voices, their systematic joy
Lull me into another daydream.

They infect me, slowly,
Molten lava flowing to a standstill.

Have you ever seen hardened lava?
It’s dark, expansive, a plowed field ripe for sowing.
But it’s sharp, did you know?
It’s glass, obsidian razor blades that tear at your skin
Not only sharp, but silent, too-
You look down, and you’ve lost a finger.

You lose the point of your cheek
The slump of a shoulder.
Before you know it,
You lie there, disconnected pieces bloodied and pale,
In a field of expansive black.

I am shredded, pulverized
The words batter at me, hail and rain on a bowing windshield.
Between the crack of my lips
And the rats nest pressed to my faded walls
Is a numbed mass of slush
Protected by a barbed wire fence.

Sleeping Beauty’s castle in a wall of thorns-
But to keep out, or to keep in?
Protected, or jailed?
I slumber, curled and warm,
A feather to blow, a dandelion to destroy.

When the prince comes calling
When the clock strikes midnight
When they ask me to spin straw into gold
I swallow another pill.
I drift into another night of distraction, of
Reaching hands and wax lips that melt
A rainbow of crayons onto my lap-
Anything to avoid tomorrow,
Avoid the fists and knuckles of responsibilities
That press, suspended against my throbbing temples.
Rae Jan 2019
Fold and turn and cut
shape and mold into an entity
nooks and crannies and
corners that bite
slash and paste and create
until I lie before you
naked
in all my sticky, rumpled glory.

— The End —