in the nymph’s syringe

suddenly blossoming
petals of budding chest
swell & fade in blood
circles she mirrors
flowing thin creeks
to flesh ripe for the
picking it herself
this time around

vulgar vessel she
inhibits its flow
of poison to pluck
fine hairs forever
out of sight mine
own skin creeps
along her glowing
pinpricked hide


there is sweetness


in secret altars
buried beneath
bottomless wells &
hidden sepulchres
her fetishes sit
as all power objects
these only exist in
wishes & worship

of soft naiad bones
becoming strong pipes
singing in wind
fast as the river
crushes stones
resetting paths
between rushing
water­ & her way home

anomali :: july 2015