devour

 

absence is a ludicrous illusion

he shifts like a virgin in stirrups

my treacherous little monster

incapacitate me, please?

absorb me, in high doses

like opium, venom

just before devouring me

my savage little serphent

vex me, endlessly?

with the gaping mouth

of a reptile

or a ketamine sky

oh, an empty touch

never felt so full

cold blood

so consuming

a. duncan, 2018

 

 

Artwork:  Northern Mockingbird, Mimus polyglottos, John James Audubon, 1830

 

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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