Tw/ Violence and the mention of blood
Raspberry
Millicent Jarvis-Stott
You move me beyond superstition.
You are the worst thing that lives
amongst the heather.
You kiss my wrists clean
the stark pale underside with
her ripple of itchy vein.
Our blood swirls together in the sink like
sticky raspberry sauce.
You are in the sky
stretched tiny in your purple bear skin,
our lips squeak and slip together.
You are sick now -
you cannot forget the
sounds of the fairground.
You are the loveliest thing
I have ever seen.
When you tell me your secret,
I will take you at your word.
Raspberry
Millicent Jarvis-Stott
You move me beyond superstition.
You are the worst thing that lives
amongst the heather.
You kiss my wrists clean
the stark pale underside with
her ripple of itchy vein.
Our blood swirls together in the sink like
sticky raspberry sauce.
You are in the sky
stretched tiny in your purple bear skin,
our lips squeak and slip together.
You are sick now -
you cannot forget the
sounds of the fairground.
You are the loveliest thing
I have ever seen.
When you tell me your secret,
I will take you at your word.