I split my throat for anyone who stays to look.
You need only to prompt my human tongue
and all of it is yours,
trading my starved skin for a raw-clay ear,
forgetting how easily the naked bleeds.
The swollen veins forget how to keep a secret.
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 2:01 PM UTC
I split my throat for anyone who stays to look.
You need only to prompt my human tongue
and all of it is yours,
trading my starved skin for a raw-clay ear,
forgetting how easily the naked bleeds.
The swollen veins forget how to keep a secret.
