When I was Jane

Ape

Are you sure
Dead
sure
of what you
yearn.crave.beg
to see,
good sir?
splintered / sightless
my form – (bound
bones) murmured
into view…

coarse plunder?
hands,
petite / callous / penetrating

tearing into the spirit(ual)ed
cunt/heart (are they things apart?)
frenzied and swaying –
vulgar simian joker –

pare away the peel
that defends,
cell for cell –
only to find it cankered
and spliced
by your grace

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4 comments

  1. Jesus Morti. Precisely how I’m feeling today.

  2. Hi Delicious Dolly. That’s the only payoff for writing that means anything to me – to see and be seen; reach and be reached.

  3. Content Advisor/Editor-in-Chief: Carrie B · · Reply

    Absolutely velvety. Even reading it felt like words melting on my tongue.

  4. Thanks for the read and the enjoyment, Carrie.

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