9

Incubation

you will never let me go:

you are always there, watching me from behind curtains that
shuddered like dead butterflies, at the back of my skull when
sleep went out like a candle

the one who keeps me up at night, kneecaps like foreign islands,
staring into the mirror until i see patterns and jewels slighted by the
darkness.


when i get down on my knees, flowers in my throat, hair dissolving
over a shoulder, you are the one who keeps me down until i've emptied
it all
who rests your head against my shoulder like a paper crane while i
am brushing my teeth, spitting blood into the sink

one day we will be the same, our hearts cold as the glass on winter
trees.

you've been through hell, it's obvious by the way you regard yourself
like a monster, teethmarks upon a jigsaw of veins

i am the girl you want, the one who will see the beautiful things in self
destruction, the floral shapes of inner organs

you said you'd let me breathe.

by rae corra

Rae Corra is a Canadian student who is oddly inspired by dreams and nightmares alike, colour and human anatomy. She is well known for her lack of common sense.