THE NEEDLE TOLD ME TO BE QUIET by TEDDI HAYNES

Let me soil my fortune on crimson-licked love
     & your fox face.
My prayer opens rehearsed bone, you incise
     through the marrow & drink it,
let the keyhole ritual eat me whole. Not that I like
     it, I just want to remember
what it’s like with your fingers slipping through
     my soft bone. How elegant
you seemed to be when you took the knife
     & twisted it.
Back home, you grinned &
     pointed out a ridge in the flatness
of the horizon, a single heartbeat rising for
     breath quickly, stilted only by the
trembling of the heat— the dead man walking.
     Emptiness thriving.
Your throat smeared against my chest &
     cracked apart the gaping cavity,
birthed back the caustic ache. You held me
     straight & fell forward into
my spine, bared your glassy teeth, & bit.

Teddi Haynes is a student at Orange County School of the Arts in Southern California. She has previously been published in Inkblot Literary Magazine. 
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