Lucifer-InTheFlesh

Her fingers were resumes, spread into the number of rejections she received that day. There were wood chips on the floor of our studio apartment and the walls were painted turquoise, lilac, sunflower. We didn’t own much; she cleaned our four plates and two mugs by hand and we fought over the price of rubber gloves. I said to her, “Your hands are too important.” She said the soap didn’t bother her, when I could see the speckling of eczema creeping up her wrists, her arms. When I brought home a pair of rubber gloves, $1.67, she cried and told me I didn’t have to do that. I saw the painting on her easel: her brother

When you think of me, What word comes to mind? Don’t think twice, I want The word, the thought on the tip of your tongue, I do not want second guesses or reattempts, Repetitions of a tune played dull too many times. If I’m dull to you, tell me. Ordinary, vain, lacking in culture - What is it that you think of when I cross The threshold of the connections between each Crevice and fold of your mind? Don’t play me over and over again to learn me, You won’t find what you’re looking for. Look at me and tell me what I am to you. Forget what I really am, but what does The sound of my name, the movement of each Syllab

Your words were honey from poison lips. You came to me in distress and I, Being the stupid knight that I am, Wanted nothing more than to save you. You damsel, locked away in a tower, But you chose it, didn't you, It was better for you when you Were thrown into the cage and Locked, and when the key meant nothing To the one who wore it. So I put you over my shoulder, Still stupid, mind you, Because I had played this game before And lived to tell the tale, surprisingly. The dragon spit me out because my blood was Too black for its palate. So why am I doing this again, The same damn circle, Now with you, Fucking troll that you are. I want so ba

I know that I was in love because her feet smelled bad. It wasn’t that she washed them and she just didn’t smell right, no. It was that she neglected them, and they sweat when she wore socks in shoes. And she always wore socks in her shoes. It was rare to find her wearing anything but socks with sneakers, socks with slippers, socks with sandals. Aside from on the rare occasion where she wore nothing at all. That’s when I smelled them. When they were bare. I didn’t really mind at the time, though I noticed full well. I’m a dog, really, and have an acute sense of smell. So I was aware but did not mind. In fact, I

This. This is punishment. Nothing else. You can Push my head under water Strike me from tail to neck And still, incomparable, incomprehensible is this. I'll be fine in an hour, I'll be fine after crying, kicking, screaming it out. You cannot touch me there, I'll let it out there, And again wear the same mask. How do eyes hide pain? Blank stares and a steady beating heart, No rise anymore, no fall. Numb. Always numb, And the same sharp edge across skin Opens up that old wound. Yes, I remember the taste. Yes, I remember how it felt like cold water Slipping, slipping somewhere out of reach. You don't understand, do you, Tha