savannah meyer

A Friend is Not a Bunny

Drank
the dark
liquid
loveliness
of words
Something
else soft
with bones
Another
cat to hold
An object
too fossilized
to swallow
Animalistic
urge to bite
A body
still warm
A woman
stuck in
men's skin
Perfume bottle
with legs
Lace trimmed
lawn or
heavy snow
Fabric of dawn
black pond
rapture
Deep and
hollow
A dreaming den
A throatless
swallow
Stuck between
fullness
and wholeness
I could never
wrestle with
an angel