jethro’s daughter: post wall

by Allister Nelson

The putrefaction bubbles beneath

the idle flesh, boil blood blossom,

tits ripe to squeeze, heavy fruit.

Menses thick like raisins, moon-tide

sorrow, the wickedness of sulfur-colored

hair and bruise blue eyes, skin so white

pale violet veins shine through.

Ample hip, waist of inward swan, thigh like

maple branch, crush the years, RUE!

the day the wrinkle dots.

The wrinkle: ---

opens maw

to hell

over

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eye.

*Stay tuned for Allister Nelson’s next installment of Jethro’s Daughter next week.