‘My soulmate is a hive of demons’
—- a caramel karmic on the brain, like teeth stuck in a golden apple. and the shame of a bobbing head with its steady drowning. a holding of breath. the pain of a blessing, up the nose and down the throat. ‘you’re gifted, kid’ says the amalgamation of darkness lingering in the corner. and the heat of humanity finds its way between the legs. always. shuddering. there are snakes finding their way in. coiling up into and rubbing the most sensitive spots of skin. there’s a muscular contraction. a reminder of your birth. there’s an angel that goes by the name of dirt, lost in the closet of clothes that no longer fit. coming back for the light each night, again and again, and again.
