WAS THERE EVER A GIRL BEHIND THE RED INFERNO OF HAIR ? hell – blessed , flint – toothed , bright and blinding , each exhale a spark ! each word a fire ! the grenadine – red curve of her lips , the furnace of her mouth , the sizzle of her anger . what was her body if not a place of worship ( & his teeth a row of pilgrims ) ; gorgon – limbed , serpent - haired , the glare of his bite marks ( red , red , red ) that turn him into a monument , a monolith . she – sacrifice , she – slaughter lamb , she – sustenance . love as ultimate devotion , as hunger , as cannibalism . here , this body , here , your teeth . HE HAD SLICED HER OPEN , carved a rose in the scar tissue of her heart , petals of flesh that bloom against her fingernails , love as an itch , love as a bleeding scab -- was she trying to pry him out ? claw through the flayed ribbons to find the murder he left behind ? HE – the snake , the betrayer , and SHE – the glistening red apple . one and the same .
‘ YOU WERE NEVER A GIRL , KARIN , and I was never a boy , let go of these fables , and maybe I’ll take you seriously . ’ venom – tongued , but what did it matter to a queen of poisons . he corrupts , she cuts , it’s an intimate ritual they repeat . * @shegore