by Rosa Lopez
art by Sophie Williams
29 days and some change
disappointment sets in, seeding in the crooks and crannies between my legs
Waning
Waiting
Wanting
A darkness crawls,
skin raises like pinpoints precisely pushing in
mapping outward spreading across the thickened surface of my thighs and surfing
to the top of my stomach,
dropping
into the crescent button that holds notions of life, knotted entwined
interlinked
swashing in the tomb that is me,
swallowing the breath of a love past with the tinged taste of resentment.
There is a sweetness
rotting inside,
damping the air with floral disapproval,
an altruistic aroma weighs heavy from the fruits of me — your annual touch.
Feed off my bones
Consume me
Ingest apologies
The pressure shrouds, wrapping my remnants carefully in a lukewarm embrace of
silence
slowly
p i e r c i n g
till there is a stillness of
dead heading affection — your love, an empty promise with hunger growing.
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