the prompt was to write about an intimidate moment with a lover, using objects and our senses to describe what it felt like. this is what came out. there is clearly something wrong with me.
this is the sound of a collarbone
being kissed with a rusty axe
a shark in a drowned nursery
three sharks cornering a swan
mouthing her wingless
the scrape of one vulture's tongue
across a quivering thigh
sweat as a line of defense
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