sharp-tongued girl

sharp-tongued girl 

how does it feel 

to live with a mouthful of blood? 

what does it taste like, 

sucking on a lightning rod, 

and the knife 

sheathed between two rows of molars 

too trigger-happy-quick to draw. this 

is your blood, child, your choice, 

the metal of words and the ash of ink, 

and when did you convince yourself 

that it was the window you hated 

and not the mirror? 

 

sharp-tongued girl, careful 

with how you speak. 

a blade cuts worst when it is kept 

closed.

yejunee

FL

18 years old

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    the snake is hungry 

    so the snake will eat 

    and eat it does, chewing, gnawing, 

    and will you ever notice, little thing, 

    that it is your own tail 

    you are swallowing? 

     

  • abalone

    from salt and foam and scales 

    steal the hearts of stone 

    nacreous shells, dying husks, 

    the honey-sweet flesh that once 

    clung to its bones 

    to die of thirst. 

  • eschatology

    meet me at the end of the world 

    the space between firestorms and tsunamis 

    across the acid oceans 

    and here, where the rot 

    has begun to reclaim the cities at last.