DROWN
DROWN
Drown it out: I left her shiny teeth that clacked against mine, the stems of roses back from his plant-growing obsession, and the letter I wrote for both of them, far beneath my bed. My hands stay wrapped around your head, carding strands through my fingers. Violence is the taste we give each other, above your eyelashes, and under my chin. Untangling the soft halo from your hair, I'm blinded - as if you're the seraph and I the travesty. When I told you, you laughed quietly as we hid in the back of a mall bathroom: The irony of the predicament. As if any of us could still claim a shred of holiness.