his body: swung in the drippy-foam. As gunmetal
cements unwavering bites on his collarbone,
I force myself from
hunger and exodus. maybe i, too
exit like light, searching warmth in mouths
un-flavored desolate electricity.
maybe i, too will compress my body into bruise
and swallow the excess.
but for what i want is to want his syllables
leashed around my neck, peeling the
ululated marks hugged on my belly. i wait for the flooding
to swell us upstream.
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
his body: swung in the drippy-foam. As gunmetal
cements unwavering bites on his collarbone,
I force myself from
hunger and exodus. maybe i, too
exit like light, searching warmth in mouths
un-flavored desolate electricity.
maybe i, too will compress my body into bruise
and swallow the excess.
but for what i want is to want his syllables
leashed around my neck, peeling the
ululated marks hugged on my belly. i wait for the flooding
to swell us upstream.
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