??, 360 degrees, & (pan)demonium
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time is coming
for me, surging with every pass at the clock
and creak of hands past quarter markings
if i spend a year untouched will i feel clean?
if i keep the blood under my nails will the truth sink in?
or i’ll spread it on the spots of my body
which smell the most like
a loveable creature.
three hundred and sixty degrees
i’m wearing a mini dress in fifty degree weather
and i want you to see me
my legs shivering, muscle no good for this,
mourning the lack of documentation
so you might see this later, and remember
i see myself from all angles but mourn
the lack of your attention. no witnesses
to crimes both regal and obscene in
perpetuity, or proof of dimensionless reaching.
voyeurism comes with bared teeth, in heat
splayed out for the taking, a trap, a trap
your eyes upon me feel like paradise,
occult leanings aside.
sedated in the summer night
mystic Eros seeds
only truth. valiance, heroic in his endless charm.
petrified at night, god aside under black light, dark betrayal of
mothercast shadow. the stab
of hot oil upon perfect expanse of back, wounded and toiling now
damage creates a beast, only beautiful at night, and Psyche runs
to the edge of the world in fear.
rain begins, rain begets
a true vision racked with the burn
of stumbling over mutual despair, and the inability
to light the candle.
Milena Bee is a Chicane poet and mythologist. Along with being the co-EIC of All Guts No Glory, they are often found out in Los Angeles, pretending they aren't actually a hermit. You can find them on Instagram @beenymph and Twitter @mildrangus.
Header photograph by Athena Merry.