Liquid lozenges

Liquid lozenges Cracking off of my teeth Her blood Just oozing out between the cracks She swirls around my lip, A slow, deliberate Movement of two worlds I suck the air in And with it Splatters from her innards It’s all I can do To not recoil at its form, Lodged in my throat And

Broken Glass

No I won’t Hear your words They slide out of your mouth And right into the palms of your hands You offer them up For me to chew and swallow I don’t want their pleasing aroma To trick me into indulging in the mirage of their existence I scoop of shreds of broken glass From