Heather OC: Week 11 of 208
- Twin Geek
- Apr 12
- 1 min read
Snarl
Back a bitch into any corner, and
Her scissor-knife pearls come out.
This is more than a threat. A clamorous,
Brazen carillon; every word
Covered in silted enamel - coffee
stains and a salad fork chip -
But each is carefully polished,
Floss between white spaces,
A thesaurus. There are so many ways
To say father. Each connotation
A ransom for your love.
Spit through the venom. Do not
Give up and recede into
Tall trees still standing. A coterie
To hide me, my pups, show me
Your teeth, teeth, teeth. Sterilize your
Dental chair armory. Drills
Still and the silenced hiss of
a laughing gas oath.
Every poem a canine bared alarum.
We will not slink away, harridans
To the end and cave secluded.
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