Sharlie West

Blower Her Tunnel

When I remember his kiss, I don't see the shovel.
He squats in the back yard
of my mind
examining my parts.
Yes, this is where she feels
the most, dig here.
Memories and scraps of self-respect
are over there, yank them up.
Pull out her eyes, put them in backwards.
Her roots, how tasty.

Everything Looks Good with Black

He always ran faster
one step ahead
she enjoyed the pace
the game
how could she know
the race was for freedom?

She found a hole inside
her mind
a world holding noise
but no sound
limitless space
alive and defined
as a snake

Mr. Zero

Mr. Zero's back again.
Just when I think I'm
out of his range,
even laugh with friends
how could I have been so...

He twines himself into my
profound space.
His sweet venom crawls
under my skin.
Soft whispers convulse my
body until I'm
weary, poised for
struggle
and the eyes looking out
will not be mine.

Some days there is rain,
restoring rain,
and laughter
and healing
how could I have been so...

Mr. Zero's back
again.

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