by Kylie Martin
I bubble tears of magma now.
Then I swish them in my mouth.
I do it for the magmatic spearmint soothe and sting
though I’ve long since spat out the taste of your debris.
My metal alloy teeth are strong
enough to crush bone
and believe me I am hungry
enough to consume you.
My stomach churns molten iron.
My blood is molten iron.
I am magnetic
enough to lure you back to where you dragged me.
I am etched now with blood orange
open river wounds that sizzle red red orange.
So touch me again if you really don’t believe
I can burn you.
Kylie Martin received a BA in Literature from Ohio Northern University just a couple months ago, so she is still figuring this whole “poetry” thing out. She lives, works, and studies in Findlay, Ohio. Be nice to her on Twitter: @abstrusermusing
