Poems from grausam
call the coroner, someone smells like spirits half decayed.
crawl in the corners, somewherein the burrowsof your flesh.
corpse in the...
i won't bite my tongue
i've ground my teeth for too long
over unsaid words.
sliced stomachs- strung uplike wreaths; frosted fur, glass eyes:and i'm the rabbit.
you're like spice and flames that flicker in mouths; warm hands,orange wool sweaters.
january coils in your eyes- bursting like anovum, like a sternum with a hummingbird heartbeat; overcast andnestled in a crescent moon cage...