CW: reference to IPV
All the talks of the places you might see
one day and all the people you may speak
to. All the things you’ll do without me; feel
and touch and hear.
You’re in the blood. You heat it to an
anger I’d never known. An anger
I know to be yours: you never could
keep track of anything. You and your
knife-thrower’s hands. It simmers and the
light in my brain blows
against my skull. Hot glass. You were nothing
but all that sharpness and burnt feeling.
I sit so portrait-still.
You never let me move.
AJ Sharpe (they/them) is a writer, reader and fan of heavy metal with work in Bloodletter, Fatal Flaw, and Corporeal, among others. Keep up with whatever keeps happening to them at sharpewriting.bsky.social or ajsharpewriting.wordpress.com. Their favorite historical feud is England and France.
