i eat myself raw under the glaring moonlight
and fuck, it hurts, but feels so good
my tongue grows coarse and i grow talons on my pink, slender fingers
and slash from my chest a new piece of meat
to engorge myself with.
it's from the stars i take and reach,
then i burn and fall and crack—
a lonely wayward son finds me in the crater of my ruin
but i eat him whole as well
the cookie crumbs that litter the outskirts of time's mouth fill the crevices of my spine
and i dip below the earth's mantle,
and pulse beneath the black flesh
i grow with
every scream; every yelp; and every
breath of air
i rip the roots from beneath your feet
and swell to the moon,
yawning
YOU ARE READING
I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
