ᵖʳᵒʲᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ

Frances X

if it’s a spell
i don’t mind

egg cleanse
still raw
oozing like
lava farm 

last i saw you was in my dreams
sending
synaptic kiss;
you were
so good
giving
just to
give
there
i was
lapping up
the
results
can’t
help but
notice
my warm
insides
calming
yours
fucking
beautiful
machines
white matter
splattered
porn star
soft
oiled up
like
sun kink

whatever 

nowadays
all i do
is
notice

Frances X is a writer from the land of many waters (Walla Walla, WA), currently living in Portland, OR. This poem was inspired by listening to the album Bleeds by Wednesday. Their favorite song from the collection is Wound Up Here (By Holdin On).