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”
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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”
Cycles
Opening wide to receiveliving thingsbrown, green vining ivyinsect, leafchipping paint flake by flake.Controlling fire to inspireecosystem restorationsember, ashdecaying floradisease, grass prescribing burns to heal damage.Sweeping earth to undress prehistoric foundationsspiral, fossil drilling bitsoil, sludgepropagating roots in substratum.
Of Two Minds
Emptied of prescription prayer this vessel runneth overwith questions.Titrated down step by step this systems clean, purefeeling fresh.Which narcotics best regulatemy chemical reactions? Asking for a friend,not so I may avoid them.Covered, my mirror is sealedthis may be a last reflectionbefore repossession.Spiraled into manic thinking this depression is frighteningif it means no more mewithout me.
Carmilla Dawn 