MONSTER ? OR MESSIAH ?

I forget what I called thirst before I knew the word.

νίψαντο δ᾽ αἷμα, σταγόνα δ᾽ ἐκ παρηίδων γλώσσῃ δράκοντες ἐξεφαίδρυνον χροός. - They washed off the blood, and from the flesh of their cheeks serpents cleared the droplets with their tongues.

inhale—try not to remember how desperate you’ve been for touch—yes ignore it—that hitch of your heart

my mind gasolined while I ate her in the orchard.

forgive me— yes, there is blood running down my chin. no, my teeth will not retreat back into my mouth.

The night is starry, and she is not with me. That is all.

i think there are parts of me that will always think i love you, no matter how much i tell them that i don’t. my heart will still crawl its way up my throat when someone mentions your name next to hers. maybe crawl isn’t the right word. when i am pretending to be happy for you, my heart grows limbs and grips the top of my windpipe to pull itself up. i choke on the muscle expanding and contracting rapidly in my throat. it takes everything in me not to cough up blood.