Cretin
She met me with an overbite that hissed in the ears of attention she promised to ignore. I remained unkempt like the declaration Crohn carved into the yards of her intestine. I prayed under a fluorescence only rotting can bare. She wore empathy like memories we imprison in our attics. I wept at the sight of her cysts when I should have celebrated their shrieking event horizons. I built a constricting leather coil from the skin of her indifference. She then flopped around like a dying fish but hid the scars from the fishhooks I blessed her with. The faintest stars aligned and graced me with a tumor I can only pretend isn't there.
Autor(es): Peter King, Alejandro Aranda, Erol Ulug, Justin Moore