tauntology

sharp rain struck down in curves of braille on plump trees—smooth spatters faded in the pulse of our ears as shivers blew down my nape. a million seconds came in waves, coiled like a slug. the coast of your lips pulled me in and on the surface, i sank.

across my body a thousand humid mosquitoes cough up lilac blood, desiccating— coarse limbs fall to a dim shell as fat tendrils of breath coil and exfoliate. jealous, i smack them unborn.