Monday, February 9, 2009

Flowers for Everyone

the bartender feeds her manhattans, only chargers her for every other one making it easier on them all. the more lubricated she gets the farther her shirt slides off her shoulder, drunken body leaning in a drunken boat and it reveals a tattooed ring of daisies around her left breast. she can't see much more than the faint, blurred smiles wolves licking their sharp teeth. they want to open her up like a flower, their mouths stinging her like bees touching her secrets, roughly. they want to fill her with the seeds of their fathers and watch her wilt
with the poison.
Aleathia Drehmer 2008
Published By Opium Poetry 1/09

1 comment:

David E. Oprava said...

this one is brilliant, one that truly smacks of YES.
nice one.