Horror Poem: love bites

tremble—

softest lips— the sight makes me wonder!

the door falls shut and so do my teeth

tremble—

alone

you still haven’t seen me

the snake twitches in my mouth,

curiosity,

…venom

WHAT IF I LET THE SNAKE SLITHER ALL OVER YOUR SUGAR-JUICE LIPS

would you moan and writhe?

i know you well enough to say this for sure: you’d really let it all out if my snake gave you a bite

TREMBLE

the door—

still fucking shut

But. Not. Fucking. Locked.

my teeth creak open and gnaw my own lips raw

A copper-salt leak springs from the cracks

my fingers clench to stop my eyes from shaking

all the better to see you

my stupid, pretty dear

tremble

i am invisible

and i am in love…

i chew the juice from my scars like a gusher

i wonder

yours don’t look gnawed and gnarled like my old things

yours are soft and mild, a lovely tender dream

wouldn’t they taste better

wouldn’t yours be soooo good to devour

my eyes are my pleasure I treat them with care

i set them on the window but continue to stare

the juice runs down my chin and i decide

it is time

to go down

and cross the street