Coiled - Poem by Amber Toohey
In the twilight of a sibilant heart
embroider silk embraces
from the sky of impersonated longing.
barter cankered covenants
and the snarling flint of skin
grinds against the whetstone of lustful danger.
When pain becomes a broken hunger
who is the lover, and who is the knife?
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