Swollen at the hips, wrapping around your ribs
inside your skin, on its surface;
oozing hot lava cake in the sun.
Beneath well-manicured nails,
skin throbbing
your knuckles pressed into granite,
his into your cheek
painted debit card on your lips,
his fishing rod nestled in your throat,
a corvette rolling across your palate
gathering speed, growing, hitching in your chest,
almost melting in your stomach
you scream to release it.
YOU ARE READING
an ode to the moon and her galaxies - a poetry collection
Poetrypoetry anthology in which a girl reaches to retrieve her relationship with her father, pass over a family member's suicide, and loves a boy.
