Her hips swayed against his —
No, I’m lying.
Why?
To make it sound sweet.
If I were telling the truth,
I’d say they crashed together,
Wrecks in human skin,
There’s a beauty in biting
His skin
Letting the wildness out
For moments in the dark
Measured only by the clouds covering stars —
And all of their light.
Do you know how it feels to be trapped inside?
Where it’s lost and untethered
And you’re a feral child
Who wishes she could just for a moment
Breathe into the world
A peace she had known only
Biting his skin?
If we are the dark ones
And they say a treasure lies
Beneath the smoky intrusion of your eyes
Then why am I so distracted,
By the comfort of lies like —
Women are sweet
Women are quiet
Women are weak?
What does it mean if you’re a woman
With biting teeth
An angular mind
A taste for attention
And a love of the grind?
They crashed together like wrecks in human skin,
Existential questions don’t matter,
When
You’re
Biting.
