Three Sneers by Stina Trollbäck

I'm bleeding water from my toes

watching it drip slowly

wrapped in quilts made of bones

 

She skips a sparkling stone

bounces twice

thrice

off the glitz in my eye

 

Let the crow sound seep from his lips

and hear its dissonance through the bliss

of seesawing cackles

cascading down brittle thawed metal

 

Let it all burn and shrivel

ignite the punctured gold pupils

cast away the roadkill filled laughs

collect buckets of clear cardinal fluid

 

I’m puffing angst from my fingers

irking plague through my teeth

 

She’s spilling spite from her shoulders

 

He’s kissing the skin under my blisters

 

And we’re knitting the quilt from

dandruff and embers and liquids

and quivers.