Alchemy by Natalie Vaughan

fingers through ripping hairs in fists

cracked lips grimace

sound of splitting comforts


gnawing chain of white teeth

on the lips, tongue, dull steady scrape

fireworks swallowed


fingernails shredding a second skin

scouring until blood blooms

and drops in clots on the tile


oily fog in an upwards drift

steaming the backs of eyeballs

curling hairs and lips alike


storm clouds’ dissolution

an epiphanic beam snaps to dark


and a hunched back of rabid strain

and quaking and pockmarks and gashes


and so she rises, so she lays bare

enveloped in whispers and steamy promise