sun choke
never need to howl if each careless whisper is a mist of scabs across the room. condensation of hemoglobin on the lips splatters on the face of everyone in earshot. speak in daggers and what you say matters less than how you’ve honed them- how the liquid speech won’t wait for listeners to invade. seep through pores and broken skin all over invisible faces and anonymous thighs. let that slashing speech mingle with their bodies. see how they take it.










