queer • environmentalist • writer~ish*
Earthour vol. 1 • “That blue feel”
I want your shoulder falling off,
like mine.
I’ll be right over.
You say,
“It’s about time.”
When you hold me,
bite me.
And if you tease me,
breathe me.
Wrap your legs around me.
I’ll hold your flesh with my
finger pressed against
your hole.
I’ll cum with your dick in my mouth.
You’ll cum with my hand
wrapped around your throat.
I leave a puddle of drool on
your chest,
my head curled into
your shoulder.
And when I wake,
the flowers will be wet.
A shrub of roses reflecting street
light off the dew …
Scented
with pavement.
Slowly, the edge eases off —
a pain I’ve been avoiding.
I want to be the one
to break the cycle.
I’m coughing up blood
in the bathroom sink
and trying not to think it’s consequential.
And spit again tomorrow, more
blood: my heart pooling
into my chest.