Inkmouth

(dis)grace

vodka filling up my veins
and the sound of your voice in my head
there's scarlet behind my eyelids
and plastered down my thighs

i mouth the words silently
with tears in my eyes
i know them by heart
you forgot them long ago

cracked ribs
soft hips
and the sound
of my breathing
slow
but my heart is
a blur in my chest

track marks
like dead beetles
peeling
gently

i mouth the words silently
with tears in my eyes
i know them by heart
they hurt when i whisper them
in the dark
inside the sound of my cracked breaths
soft hips
slow
blur
in my chest