Elise Reitsma

here i am creeping under your neck where spine meets skull i bend  take a wanton breath of sharp sludge   reach my tendrils down invading   tendon, sinew, vein    infusing your movement with meaning   weigh you    down, down, down   blink              four times and hold fast your grip your muscles     my mice       run beneath your reach  you are so pretty  you would look better soundlessly screaming in flattering anaphylaxis   i gift you my favor trapped in your body my geological playground  sliding up and down your hyper highs ventilating   vanity fanning my fame   your fame          do you  taste blood?                                              do you feel special now?