Breadcrumb #591
KEVIN GU
Crunching gravel hides behind her bland irises
scratching glass dams that tremble
from the iced honeysuckle tears
dripping through citrus eyelashes.
The taste of rusting apricot cider
melts in the dried voice of her unspoken words
until she burns in an amber fire
created from the remnants of her own fading stars.
Her esophagus hot to the touch, like embers, but
softened like the salted butter mixed in her boxed brownies
oozing out of her pores, spiced honey
drizzles down soft skin, flesh pricked
she picks up her cup, filled with clementine peels,
and screams about never loving again.