By Lexington Rivera

I am soft underbelly

as in soft from nature

soft because I was made that way

I am bone splintered

fragments of the break

sharp and fragile marrow

you are front facing eyes

flickering between

tongue wetting lips

you are teeth blunted

tearing not slicing

pressure locked jaw on neck

we are dancing in the wet air

moving mirrors funhouse distortion

the hunt begins with a beating heart

it ends in red

it is ending and purpose fused to our hair matted at the nape from too much

friction

we are watching the other

smelling flesh and sweat

we are eating each other

through the haze of feeding time there is a small drip of blood

we race to lick it

crashing snapping ligaments gunshots head on collision

no survivors