Valve
Your heart has an open valve.I climb inside and stitch its trapdoor.Nameless corpuscles flit aboutas I float, a blob in a skein of veins,throbbing with you. I paddle upward,catching wafts of men and memoryin your lungs, latching a quick rideup your lusty jugular as you get upfrom your bed. I feel your neckas I slither deeper into your brain,that squishy… Read more →