Tibi

undertones

Your words
bare porous sore
scar slowly ruthlessly
the left
left corner of my soul
like fingertips with broken nails

(inhale inhale)

Carve primal images
cave paintings
ancient tales into my stomach tissue
on my womb wall
and
I crumble
feeble itchy

Decompose

Wish and flesh
wish and flesh

Darling

do we smell like sin
or sin smells us

(exhale)

When I can breathe again I'll ask: what if