Desire unhinges. Pours hot oil,
probes & seethes. Yellow as dead leaves.
I wave my sticky little
fingers. Here’s the meat, here’s the grease,
here’s the blind orifice that
whickers & snivels & has ludicrous needs.
I eat coffee & air. I yearn the
groove slick. The purple fissure pleads
& bleeds, a faucet choosing
only to leak. Teeth grow sour. I remain a relic.
Outside, a sky ochre as outrage. The
sun slumps, a blond mangled wrist.
I rot in the glare
of phosphorescent angels.
By Maham K
Maham K is a poet, artist & medical student from Karachi, Pakistan. She has been published by Indige Zine, Berry Magazine, Soliloquie Magazine, and Luna Rio Zine.