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SOMEONE COOKED HERE

Oh god, why did I ever think I was going to end up with a man? Women have everything that men don't. Understanding, a gentle hand, the softness of their lips and their hearts. There is nothing quite like laughing with a girl like you are best friends, thinking of her as if you have been married for decades, holding her like your favorite childhood stuffed animal, and kissing her like you could sustain yourself for the rest of your life simply on the sweetness of your mixed breath. Fingers in her hair, her head on your chest, love in both of your eyes that only the other will ever see. Make her a bracelet, find her a rock, gift her her favorite snack. Freedom in your airy laughter. Certainty in the matching beats of your hearts. You know everything about each other and remember every little detail; you are in love and unwaningly so.

#2

as i pass through the second circle,

i wonder ‘is this inferno able to hold all us sinners?’

‘will it ever be enough for the long lines of fools,

of the liars and the traitors?’

brimstone and basalt beneath my feet and in my nose; not an unfamiliar feeling

as i watch the souls devour each other

in reckless fury, passion

on the backdrop of a hurricane of blue fire, carbon on hydrogen

crashing bodies on bodies,

with the echo of the endless storm in my mind,

i feel burning nostalgia in my hands,

in my mouth

for our earthly time together, burning coldly

and slowly in the remnants of my mind,

already half eaten, empty

by Ugolino, hiding her half-eaten fingers from my blind eyes

we are all fools, i more than most

for willingly walking into a sulfuric hell,

and for letting myself get eaten, like roadkill

by a devil who could never be satisfied.

as i crawl my way down to the bottom,

the last circle, lust to treachery

to the icy depths of this menagerie of our creation,

i know that if there isn’t enough room for us

so i will make room

as i forced my stomach to give space in its tiny insides

for your ravenous hunger, too much for two.

i will make room in the bottom for us

to make sure the devil devours us both,

judas, brutus; they can watch

as He chooses which of us will be the greatest feast.

they will vote, of course, with their half eaten hands and minds, on whom will be ripped apart first

and be sure, my dear

they have not seen our insides, thawing and clawing

they can jest, but never know the extent

of the crime committed,

we may be frozen in the lake together, but

there is not enough space in this devils mouth for the both of us

your cold blood will serve as a better appetizer,

than mine, i will stand and watch

endlessly burning, endlessly waiting

for starvation to take its toll

on my soul,

ripped from my body.

-L