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[CRUSH]

Part of an on–going zine project, 2any#, [CRUSH] is an exploration of image manipulations paired with self–authored prose. Photographs of flowers are integrated into smoke and water; all original images are CC0 Public Domain stock downloaded from Pixabay.com.

Part of an on–going zine project, 2any#, [CRUSH] is an exploration of image manipulations paired with self–authored prose. Photographs of flowers are integrated into smoke and water; all original images are CC0 Public Domain stock downloaded from Pixabay.com.

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<strong>CRUSH</strong><br />

toany 3


eyes closed, vertigo.<br />

falling forward, twisting to’<br />

ward something— someone?


(CALL ME.)


Superficial and<br />

vapid, glittering bubbles<br />

I need attention.


Centipedes inside<br />

my chest: they crawl and bite and<br />

break through my reserves


Like psilocybin,<br />

I want my breath on your ear<br />

to make you see God.


Is it worth the repurcussions?


I want this flesh to<br />

be a manifestation<br />

of my emotions.<br />

(PLEASE DON’T IGNORE ME.)


Trapped beneath my skin<br />

enmeshed in sinew and blood:<br />

the monstrous hunger.


(I TAKE HUGE BITES.)<br />

My favorite words are<br />

blood, skin, sweat, and breath: human<br />

words. Mine to possess.


Time creeps by. Coldness.<br />

I’m waiting for you to come<br />

and validate me.


Bite into my flesh.<br />

I hope the flavor drives you<br />

to insanity.


Where your fingers touch<br />

warmth flows. A volcano sits<br />

beneath my skin. Burn.


Petals, thinned-blood-red,<br />

spill across a leg, an arm,<br />

cut into my eyes.


pool onto my sheets


what are we?

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