Alchemy by Natalie Vaughan

fingers through ripping hairs in fists

cracked lips grimace

sound of splitting comforts

 

gnawing chain of white teeth

on the lips, tongue, dull steady scrape

fireworks swallowed

 

fingernails shredding a second skin

scouring until blood blooms

and drops in clots on the tile

 

oily fog in an upwards drift

steaming the backs of eyeballs

curling hairs and lips alike

 

storm clouds’ dissolution

an epiphanic beam snaps to dark

 

and a hunched back of rabid strain

and quaking and pockmarks and gashes

 

and so she rises, so she lays bare

enveloped in whispers and steamy promise