Soul Soot Poetry

#poetry, #prose

You watch my mouth as I speak. My mouth, the innocence of my soft lips and the gap between my front teeth; my teeth could tear out your throat, rip flesh from your lips. My words could do worse. I could destroy you, wrench your heart, infect your soul.1

Save me, save me, save me 

I sing.

Your hand reaches out in the dark sea.

Your hand. The thick, smooth flesh of your palm undoes me. A warmth spreads through my chest. Your hands are to you what you are to me.2

When I devour you, I will leave you your hands.

~A.M. Troester, Predator or Prey (A Siren’s Hymnal)

1 . Do you miss your name in my mouth?

2 . ‘Herr God, Herr Lucifer’

artwork by maxaroni7666

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