Throat chewed outdisplayed in light of day sugar crystals groundinto split lip from the beatingI’ve been blessed with.Always the favorite,I’m punished as reward because sweetness dripsfrom my wounded heartacting as insulation to comfort a cold body.My bruised arms coverthe little boy’s painhidden in plain sight.It lurks behindhis grown man eyes. It bores black holesstraight through the wreck ofContinue reading “My Body Is A Temple”
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Live To Eat
One day my teeth will betray me.I’ll bite clean through meat, gristle, fat.Vegetarianism falls flatwhen your demon is splayed outon the kitchen table. I’m a liar. I’m a truth teller.Know this about me.I do not crave veg, fruit, bread.I’m no honeybee.It’s always been about fleshwith little desirefor the flower.The more my palms manipulatebetween these twoContinue reading “Live To Eat”
Juice
She bathes in alkaline washesknotted to a floatawaiting mechanical sorting before extraction.Coffin nail punctures woundpeels back to bruise the blackblood orange red pulp dripsbetwixt and between them.She’s lost inside. Prefrontal cortex broken.Don’t try to findor fix her. Squeezes citric acidsucrose fructose glucose sweetest of sweet.Splashes lipschinneckbreastswhose cup’s overflowing?Compulsion blooms wetactivation countdown initiatesin the amygdalaas heContinue reading “Juice”
The Answer Is Always Man
Down, down, downlay me down in the garden of evilbeneath waning moonlet night chill our fleshsilence the days complaintwith songs of wildlife consorts.We become realwhenthe artificial worldnumber sequence falls awayto stretching of bonesin dancing skin suits claw, fur, fang exposed.I morph into golden eyed sphinxmy false knight wields stolen spear and shield. Shall I grantContinue reading “The Answer Is Always Man”
Dear Heart
Ravenous greedy Huntercamouflage scent masking spraycrouching in a blindnot daring twitch a muscleor scratch that maddening itch ears listening for proof of lifeinsulated layers keeping out coldjust.Where’s the justice in this lust?Not hungering for meat on the hock,not requiring skin for blanketor tent.Leaving bloody goreoutlining in chalkdecadence of a kill wastedin the time of want.CarvingContinue reading “Dear Heart”
Carmilla Dawn 