the ink of battles
the electric blue glow of molecules
in oscillatory motion
spinning through your arms
like locust stars

his thorax, plastic face
pubic clown hair

drag your ivy across my limbs, dear
moving through the evening dark together
passing sweet, humming moving wells

skeleton mask
and graveyard teeth
spitting magma

oh, medusa
let your hair down and join us for dinner
bones and dry ice
marinated in octopus ink

oh, medusa
habitually late for parties
an earring pressed against a single lobe
frozen before the mirror

youre too hard on yourself, my dear