Ashley Mares

Remember when
I confessed

that a body torn
is like meat pulled

through teeth.
Like pink skin

stuck in your
throat and stepping

into your abdomen.
Filling a body

(the way bones
often do). You

confessed you
thought the

prettiest thing
in the world was

conjured from
broken bodies.

So I gave you
a piece of flesh

from my wrist
and you kept

it hidden under
your tongue.