𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯

Autumn Sylve

my body is a lamb
hiding from the hunt. 

they don’t know that i can bite too.

there is something dark inside of me,
trying to find the sky,
trying to make sense of why the light ran away from home.

i’ve played tug-of-war with my shadows.
i’ve surrendered,
unafraid.
i’ve danced with them through every moon.”
they’ve sung me through my daily raptures.

i’ve configured myself,
broken my bones
into the shape of your ugliness.

before you,
my fangs were merely teeth.

before you,
my belly was a landscape,
not a grave.

i am eating myself up entirely.

i have not eaten at all.

my body,
an empty glass,
shattered by a tip-toe.

they’ve sharpened their knives for the feast,
removed my seat at the table.

but i want to consume too.

i want to know what it tastes like,
to taste me.

i want to know all the things you’ve known.
i want to touch all the blood you’ve touched.

fingertips to tongue.
lick after lick.

you'd do it all over again.

Autumn Sylve is a writer, actress, psychic, and detective from Los Angeles, California. Two of those professions are true while the other two are only half-truths (but definitely true in a metaphorical way).  Hopefully her writing speaks to the undercurrents of humanity and the hidden passages of our spirits. You can find more of her work on Eternal Homegirl.