HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
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Grotesque Intimacy<br />
My fake eyelashes are centipede legs.<br />
Your fake moustache is a wooly slug.<br />
Feel them flutter, feel them slither, feel them writhe<br />
to get away from such intimate grotesqueries.<br />
As for me, I will dance with it. I will closely embrace<br />
the taste of carrion or at least make believe;<br />
costume myself as the reaper’s quaggy consort.<br />
Fling me like chaff, brittle bracts, black burrs.<br />
I’m flexuous enough to purr and pretend I revel in it.<br />
Glammed-up, I’m scarecrow-esque.<br />
The crows eat off my tapered fingers<br />
and I cradle the stubs. Wrap them up<br />
in white gauze. Bloody baptismal dress. Wormy bassinet.<br />
A small handful of fresh mummies.<br />
Glammed-up, you’re hustler-esque.<br />
A smooth skullcap hides the burls that protrude from<br />
your misshapen head. Suspicious spongy mass.<br />
Coiled colony of parasites. Question mark shaped<br />
dread and razor sharp suckers.<br />
Leeches can feel our vibrations<br />
and sometimes enter through an orifice<br />
and then become engorged<br />
and then become immune to extraction<br />
until they’ve had their fill of our strange fluids.<br />
In the crow beaks, the violet pastilles of my fingertips.<br />
In the parasite tails, the slime trail from your bleeding<br />
crepe paper sash. We’re being drained, smeared,<br />
dragged into the lush desire for even darker disguises.<br />
Beady-eyed sweetie. Zombie lips.<br />
Feel the ba<strong>by</strong> earwigs tickle your spine.<br />
They know how you want to be a book<br />
about decay, disgust, the juxtaposition<br />
of brutal bite-marks and white sheets.<br />
Dirty toe cleavage and polished nails.<br />
I know what you need.<br />
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