Mayhem - Issue One - March 2014
ISSN 2382-0322
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Kristy Lagarto
Inherent Star
I was never taught
how to contort
the opening of myself
I know how to paint
myself an empty vessel
before the first
crawl of skin
I am an inherent star
my limbs splayed
like living points.
I was born only
to be filled
a spacious corridor
an incomplete puzzle
with edges that
don’t connect.
I am a waiting meal
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Mayhem - Issue One - March 2014
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a glistening display
of meat and skin
I flip inside and out
and back again
my bones click
and snap when touched.
When I drink
in a person
take them into my caves
I am a complete vision
a pulsating stitched
creature rocking in
the lulls of breath.
There are bowls that
a body builds
echoing cups
isn’t every fill
a privilege?
A silky flavour?
To choke the begging,
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warm shelter
to quench the drought
of the body
to be complete,
an organised mess
of skin and bone and hearts
crushed whole.
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