by Hazel Woodbridge

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“yeah…I have”

I want to tell him how petals
Poured from my mouth
And roses filled my eyes.
I want to tell him how
Asphodel came alive in my veins
And my skin screamed her name.
She smelled like chrysanthemums
And tasted like wet dreams,
And when she asked me my favorite flower,
I have never felt touch so soft
Or teeth so sharp.
How I swallowed her whole
and rode her high like a lightning strike.
An overdose on honey and hyacinth.
My gums are rotting
My lips are black
From her burn

“Fuck” he said, “that’s hot”