I am allowed to be a child here
her nipples are purple
her nipples are blue
the mouth is gone
ether, leaf, nerves, veins
the suction
ever inexistent
the tongue
saliva, sweet disturbance
lost her head
hair in a ghost’s face
silhouette
branded
flesh torn and screeching hole
air between the stiff fingertips
holding nothingness
images in her brain
deserted
glued to her chest
the fingers grow long and creaky
leaking
broken
head turned towards me
her face is leaking
catastrophe
I’ve never seen her liquefy
dissolve
right beside me
and all I could do
was hold her gaze
Croque-Melpomene 