GӨӨD BЦППY

We, the two hares, dancing in the navel, where the quaint hazel
fingerprints soften out the quits. We task ourselves to touch each
moment, a forehead kiss or holy coma, speaking with bottom lips clad
in handsome spit.

Lalling every sentence and smashing vases full of words, he catches
both our starkened limbs in the bedroom cage. A throat turns into
meat turns into a bear trap with stolen clocks, where we hemorrhage
from the same hot golden tendon.

Somewhere along the line, cooing our dainty teeth to trace, mothering
what ought not to be a savage animal, merging flesh and coats and
hipbones, and prancing shrieks of “no’s”, we, two good girls, become
one under the roof.

Raised in North Carolina, currently residing in Washington State, Kit Haynes is interested in studying all forms of art. With previous features in Eroticism and Archive prompts from Nowhere Girl Collective, and an upcoming publication on Fish Girl Collective in July, Haynes has an aptitude for literary endeavors through a passion for the art. As a poet, painter, writer, photographer, and film student, Haynes is interested in surrealism, god, gothic horror, and the bond between fear and love.