Raw

Short and sweet piece. Read, Review, Enjoy! I desperately need a different title, as this is not permanent.

Eyes of glass and tulips lengthen

to a narrow slit

sideways as words

bubble over,

cowering under

hot saliva.

Mouth of black moths,

I crunch numbered

rows of teeth; heavy lined wires ravishing

fine lines on my khaki

lips unlatching

sobs from deep

in my throat.