My mouth is wrapped
in razor wire.
The less said the better.
Whole worlds are
caught between my teeth.
My eyes are betwixt
and between
Amalthea and Io,
calves of twin mothers.
My nostrils breathe
Sulfur dioxide
whilst I learn to laugh out
the mist of meconium.
My earlobes hang with
kryptonite. My throat is strangled
with biohazard.
My hair straps your shoulders.
My trap is your belly.
My hands? They flutter
doves in a waterspout
leaves in the wind to catch
in their web of vain galaxies.
I long to say

just
three
words

But deserts live
under my tongue.

Drilling
for
crude
oil
u
t
t
e
r
a
n
c
e
s

It takes only a moment
to say goodbye


SoulSurvivor
3/26/2021