i eat myself raw under the glaring moonlight
and fuck, it hurts, but feels so good
my tongue grows coarse and i grow talons on my pink, slender fingers
and slash from my chest a new piece of meat
to engorge myself with.
it's from the stars i take and reach,
then i burn and fall and crack—
a lonely wayward son finds me in the crater of my ruin
but i eat him whole as wellthe cookie crumbs that litter the outskirts of time's mouth fill the crevices of my spine
and i dip below the earth's mantle,
and pulse beneath the black flesh
i grow withevery scream; every yelp; and every
breath of airi rip the roots from beneath your feet
and swell to the moon,
yawning
YOU ARE READING
I, Girl
Poesiei am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.