I tried to count the roadkill I passed as I drove home, but I ran out of numbers before I realized I was counting bodies that used to be alive Advertisements
Rows of wild violets, planted by aliens visiting my body, push upwards through my throat, tangling inside my sinuses and ear canals till I can no longer breathe nor hear, only watch as my hands claw away my skin to reveal a skeleton without a name barely held together by wilting purple petals and their […]
Every night I cook chicken and hope the sizzle of bird flesh on my stovetop will awaken my own wings in an attempt to save my fellow bird, so that I might fly free of the small room but night after night, I remain wingless, splashed with cooking oil, waiting until dinner is done.
Their points pierce the thin webbing between my toes with each slight movement, making it impossible for me to swim away, so I practice pretending all day that I’m a ballerina with toughened feet who can crush shells, nails, and hearts alike without leaving behind trails of blood for sharks to find.
We bathed together last summer, calves touching thighs and fingers touching fingers as we splashed water upon one another’s faces, and when I bathed tonight, alone except for a few shampoo bubbles, I felt your fingers on my skin, caressing my palms and curve of my neck and I opened my eyes only to see […]
Struggling deep in my throat, its claws rake my flesh, its body drips with my saliva, it screams. It’s voice becomes my own.
My tongue becomes pulsing and warm when I drink coffee and keep it in my mouth till my mouth begins to blister and peel, till I vomit the liquid out and my tongue explodes, splattering the walls with tastebuds, blood, and the history of every word I’ve ever spoken.