Oscar_Locke

Australia

these are my letters
to myself.

Message to Readers

e m o

c i c a t r i x

February 5, 2019

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silkworm, mouthless on the mound
of my arm. you bite into bone, like
the moon slides against the sky;
cold and wiry, with those feathers
of filament, binding and tying the
world to the wall. i love the colour
of your shawl; a grey untainted by
moth-winged jaundice. take my flesh:
i will serve it all. a cicatrix for your
sweetness, silkworm. make yourself
warm. 
 

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  • ghostlyglory

    oh man. so disturbing and lovely and vivid. you have a wonderfully sharp way with words - "you bite into bone, like / the moon slides against the sky". i don't think i could love this more than i do.


    almost 2 years ago