The Kitchen Poem by Amber Luna

i blinked to give an inch and he took a smile which turned lip to cheek, septically seseptable to fall from face.i backed into stitching sin to skin, blowing grains to marbles, tagging tenticles of bad weather.revolving blind eyed resolution.psychic sparrows eating poisen arrows that were meant to leave heaving beasts harrowed.tried to spill the juice ruled by lord fruit flies, swing swigging acrobats with alabys.leaping to let the demons dance, whipping into what was past dew.the stars fell from the sky crusting our eyes, closed by tainting us with you.