Hostes

Look at your face.
Lick your lip a dirty grin
is swollen over your mouth.
Bat your eyes, bat wings.
Call in sweat terror, your glitter worms- lit glaze.
Seizing breaths in a haze.
Painting your eyes, painting the skies, painting the town.
You hold them down, twirl underneath them.
You lock them in.
Fighting bloody wrestles to lock eyes away from your realm.
Showing your teeth, puckering lips.
Smack dab your hate into pelvises.
Flood with the train, flee with rain.
Folding his soul in your pocket, shoot through the ceiling like a rocket.

Your swollen smile won’t leave him alone. Not for a while.

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