hourglass laid on her naked abdomen
red pigment passionflesh
beheld by her own touch

she never stood a chance,
of course - so
she stood
oblique to it.

drawn forth
by odd thoughtful urge shaped,
her lines scribbled
tall orders small:

till all there is, is.

she turned inward
arched winding squirm
and spun

this.
passionflesh,

urge and awe,
hand swam under
deep beneath
herself.

take me
use my body
and write

all
over
me

butterknives lithe.
garbage disposal yoga.
oger cortisol dump.

i guess i'll jus eat my teeth now
and face me.

heartmaw
must

feed.

i have no reason
-or imagination-
anymore

to
stay

here.

not really..

----- pls feel all the feels for me.
this melo d is real,

i swear.

my torn tears tear
down this face
encased in rusty bladelace.

yours diaphanously,
mememe.

its so
*******
sad

heartyarn spun
beneath the bloom
of this fist, opened

if only
your misty rose glowfist
were to be my heart -

glinting
all the feels
with

bright felt fingerings
expressing
so. much.

then, maybe, i
could
feel

real,
again.