Savage by Jessica Fischoff
This labyrinth is a serpent untangling its belly, and I’m wandering the mess of stomach, a lost and undigested bone that won’t pass to the new life. The thread unravels toward the heart, and I shed my skin in sacrifice, cut the memory of stars, of earth, of humble beginnings, raising glasses, waking in my own bed, hands still soft. I’ve lost my way before, … Continue reading Savage by Jessica Fischoff