Aemilius - Kristina Gaffney

i / fear / for our / future / two / ships passing / we take the night / and delicately / fold / the corners / tuck / your eyes / into / the pocket of my blue / jeans / in the wash / they / come out / crinkled / and shining / the tender / folds / of / azure / etched / in denim / i stand / too / close to you / your finger / taps / my shoulder / i pass / from the living / to / the powder / room / a little / closer / to the porcelain / i kneel / and / prepare / self-induce / two fingers / down / my gullet / two / syllables / coming up / green / like you / i fear / the winter / two / cold hearts / passing / from view / i stand / far / too close / to the cliffside / string up / my entrails / abandon / steel shoes / let open / gaze / cripple / warm shoulder / and i / bend / like cold marble / to / your elements / i breathe / the curves / of your rib / cage / fear / the rattle / feel / the beat / of your breath / i / fear / the catch / that holds / wanting / the / thud / of stone / that upends / shallow chest / i fear / the quiet / morning / wide-open / fingers / wrinkles / at / rest / i / fear / the midsommar / ending / two / wrists pass / we take / the night / to / over-dress-down / our / longing / it comes / up / sparkling / spilling / like thick / bile / down / our chests

Originally published in Scuzzbucket on Medium

Kristina Gaffney is a writer originally from the Garden State. She recently graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in English Literature and has work forthcoming in Eunoia Review.