Whore is a Word

: ecce femme
on the subway 12:00 am
she sips slander
Socrates of suburbia, her
she hums hurt
a murmur of hemlock
mellowed to elixir
she, coughs up a weather
of wolf whistles,
chokes words: a tuft of dandelions
shipwrecked in syrian rose thistles
the four lettered crucifixes
rote of retched spleens
it seems, she is
a meat mannequin;
cuss words pinned
to joints instead of legs
her anatomy benumbed
to fading quasar dregs
womb veiled to an armoire
motherland buried stillborn
she sired art
from artillery,
jambs the fist
in pacifist
folds wrists in trysts with
the city’s cursed concrete
she sells self : this is not
a tongue twister;
sister, she is
a penny rolled in soot
nails cracked to vintage
mirrors; she wears her skin
the shade of crenelated
alabaster; she learned
that rum is the best way
to pray through disasters
she domestic Houdini
can make bust up lips
disappear behind potions
of pancake and martini
she ghostwrites her
own gospel of torture
so often caught
in revolving doors
when he slaps her collar
bone like violent bravos
who knows what light
blunts in the gazebo
between her eyebrows
she expired between allah
and amen; only the bruise
treasured as misshapen
refuge. she lungs tarred
by cigarettes & tattered
tears. she knows
age is surgery
so she amputates
with clinical rigor
holds the blade to
her heart like a practiced
grave digger
she goddess gone
to rot
she valium bride
all her exit vows
self-taught

By Scherezade Siobhan

Biography:

Scherezade Siobhan is an Indo-Roma Spanish psychologist and writer. Her work has been published and/or is forthcoming in tnYPress, Black and Blue Writing, Bluestem, The Nervous Breakdown, Cordite Poetry Review, Words Dance, Electric Cereal, Winter Tangerine Review and others. Her first poetry collection “Bone Tongue” was released by Thought Catalog in 2015. She can be found at www.viperslang.tumblr.com/