Friday, June 4, 2021

Poem: Gazelle (warning--triggering poem)




sharp shards of shadow

bind my shivering breast,

your tongue to slash my mouth

and slide to taste the fresh insult

of denial slain.


vicious tigers your arms,

they lunge grip drag

until i fall, a gazelle,

to stare up awkward

at the cutlery beneath

a relentless grin.


i tremble you feed.

you swell like my pupils,

even as your heart surges, a fang

to puncture my life.


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