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By Marina Bell
I want us to crawl
out of the fire and rubble and ashes of this
Through the portal of past and could be-s.
into each others’ beds.
slime and silt and rotting leaves
into the gloaming.
cracked teeth jagged bone, gushing red ground black
Glorious gore
thrashing my bloody heart into a void
that has no song
too hollow for ghosts
too empty for an echo.
The ecstasy of this violence
rearranging my organs. Riving muscles into new shapes.
I want to sway to the warmth of your voice
like sun-balmed bones.
Supernovae made carrion of the rest.
The stillness. The acid eating through my chest, too sharp for oblivion.
Spine-cracking weight soft and clinging as marcescence.
My wild heart.
I just want to be where you are.
and ride your sighs into your depths.