#Biting

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.

Published by LughLana

Hey there. My name is Ash. Whenever I feel lost or confused, I write. This blog is a project in releasing the poetry I would have kept locked up inside, otherwise. It's pronounced 'LOU-lah-NA.' Enjoy your visit!

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