[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?