Carnivore part une.
Pieces from CARNIVORACIOUS, part one.
Vicodin Flytrap
Bitter pills. The bleating the bleeding the beading of sweat like dew. The ache to drip into the sweet abyss. Seal me shut, airtight, hermetic hermit in a hydro poison bath. Bathed in shivers. Awash in the tremors of desire of on-fire lust of needing to trust the hand willing to sew the lips shut. The prick of tiny unicorns with barbed wire treats that ping the meat in twitching legs. Needles like leaves dipped in sticky saliva lick my fleshy fat clean. Unhinged by twin horns by a devil’s trick by a night in nepenthe armour. Lancet on his white steed. He’s found the Holy Grail. Swallow whole. Deep in the throat. Dissolve into bleating cells bleeding cells beating carnivorous bitter cells eating me complete.
no way out
of the nitrogen night
the creepy crawly
hidden in a harm(ful)less
pretty flower pout
begging pollination
penetration
oozing sticky sweet
invitation inside
whisper in foreign tongues
exotic language
lures with promise
florets reaching for their sun
diamond teeth
hot bated breath
lays in wait beneath
a fresh
hint of death delicious
and ill-fated
Oo Triptych
1.
What doesn’t kill us makes us stranger. Cracked hatched and eyelashless. We
need aviation here. I am fearful of heights.
He reaches across many streets, arm outstretched, to where I sleep. I am
carinate now. There are 3 fresh eggs in my nest. I didn’t feel a thing.
2.
Clippings scatter; they spot the down cover. Wings flutter
with fanfare but I am no angel.
We aren’t meant to be caged. Our path has been laid.
He breaks my ovaries with skill. Warms the skillet
to scramble my yolks. Mitosis with one hooked bite.
I consume my future. My beak is pure.
3.
It didn’t make it.
The fledgling fetus.
Fresh from the shell.
Pushed.
Or fallen.
Carrion for vultures.
And I knew how it felt.
And my swollen heart broke.
And I saw myself.
And I knew what I was.
And I buried it in the hole
the vultures left in my throat
when they ate my song.
