He keeps me flourishing, this boy
Whose gaze trails across my flesh
As the sun does, mocking time,
His hand thrust deep into the earth
That teems with wet and worms and cold,
Till pulsing flesh meets this widow’s heart,
These atria that twist upon themselves
So willingly, like nature’s whore.

Michelle Li

The author Michelle Li

Michelle is a sometimes writer and dubious adult currently in her third year of medicine. She is a dedicated bookstore raider and self-appointed expert on brunch. In her spare time (which doesn’t really exist), she helps edit Voiceworks, the MUMUS Auricle and her friends’ OkCupid profiles.

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