daughters slitting their wrists in the bathroom sinks the call goes straight to voicemail a scratchy dial tone of weeping. hedges trimmed and the house smelling of fresh paint the boy in the closet drips his head feet hanging inches from the ground. as long as the neighbors don't miss their tea time there's no harm in a bump in the night.
i crawled inside a bleeding womb feeling the walls dying around me a fever in my chest. numbed legs my pants unzipped gaping open for the next one to pull a piece of me apart
icelandic glaciers forming fingertips, a cold caress felt in the heat of summer. diseased plants spitting oxygen through decaying lungs an atmosphere of ash flesh boiling over. an unopened letter and your sightless eyes a hanging shadow
body is an ecosystem of nebulas between my legs a blooming garden ravaged by apocalyptic hands red forests bleeding trees fill the voids with a looping of deaths. rebirth and creation. a body felt in every crevice; a blanket heaving with breath.
skin cells tainted by your touch of rust your plague a gaping wound bleeding out within my throat a gasp a silence . i wake up. you are gone and my flesh is pink clean