Spirals

In a sour country
she stares at
the dying sky
and wanders spiral
mountain paths
where she hungers
for a careless
word. A mild breeze
barely makes
her tremble,
barely leaves her
breath…less.
Time strips her
of her reason
and compresses her
into dense matter.

Scorch

Her words tumble
out like broken rocks
Heavy lies the tongue
when she forgets
the taste of affection.
She reclines against
the earth to cool
her flowering fury.
Otherwise everything
around her would burn.

Every stem, every green
budding flower would scorch.
She reverberates like aftershocks.
as she leaves behind
the woman she does not love
abandons her language
with its crushing
capacity in wild
red flames.
The land lies heavy
upon her chest.

Pressed

A cacophony
white noise
of voices.
Iron screeches.
Night presses
intimate contact
with strangers
unnecessary
language as
we are forced
upon each other
like captured pawns.

Open wide and take
a thick deep bite.
Sink teeth onto flesh
and taste a story.


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