acheilous (lipless)

she secretly shook
hands-to-veins
in her anemious ascent
bloodless and free;
lips snow-balmed in wanderlust,
effigy in flakes,
the crossed-arm treatment.

collections of connections
cramped in minute pockets
of air between neurons;
head lighter than trauma.

grim-reap this belle
from the red chambers;
i seek you, my church,
my prophetic womb.

find me spiritualized
on the corners of sense,
i am aching, aching,
like rivers kissed by frost.

— A. P.

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