But before I could be compelled to listen to the
echoes calling me further.
A rider and his horse
galloped along the trail.
The presence of the him and his horse silenced the echoes,
and he asked how I ended up there.
I wished I had an answer,
but I wasn’t sure.
She feels sick.
Kneeling before the porcelain throne,
She widens the space between mandible and maxilla
And lets cuticles press into frantic uvula.
It pour from the floodgates:
Gastric acid, falcarinol, carbohydrates, corn syrup.
A biology major, she dropped out w...
I want to write ‘this is mine’ in your skin.
Stain it purple and red so it stands out.
Sign it with the indentations of canines and incisors,
Just above your collarbone.
And when it fades,
I’ll do it again.
Burst all the vessels into webs and claims,
Under your jaw...
You’re like the creeping frost that outlines my windows;
Beautiful, tenuous, and undoubtedly cold.
Statuesque limbs and broad shoulders,
With words of war painted into your brow,
And the faded red of revenge still dripping from your lips.