talking bodies

your skin is uncharted territory. it is not solid teflon. it is tissue and fat and bristles of hair. and you have to constantly remind yourself that. you bite back words, like a muffled mad dog, when you look in the mirror. i wonder why you view your bones as knives that incise your spirit … Continue reading talking bodies

birth of venus

i never questioned the quietness. sometimes, it's effortless sighs between breaths. sometimes, it's the sound of wind wheezing through cracks in window panes. and sometimes it's the lust that clubs the air from my lungs and yours like criss-crossed yarn of a knitted sweater. my taste buds encapsulate your words like sea shells do pearls. … Continue reading birth of venus