Teeth

she swims in a river of stones. no waves. no bottom. she just floats. all of her momentum stolen by its density.

one skin falls away. she lives for a moment. before another quickly grows over.

her scent. the allure of her chase. her skin is flower petals. sick with a swarm of bee stings.

there is reach. fast and sharp. the grip of darkness's bony hand. holds her head. as she drifts. in her heavy gravel ocean.

she swallows the predators. small angles become her. the anatomy of purgatory is illustrated in her vagina.

small crayons. drawing on paper arms. lost with their cardboard faces.

her taste. deaf parasites. dancing to the symphony of her flesh. a frenzy of zippers. quick to bite closed. just as quick to open again.