Kailey Alyssa

Frame a Suicide as Murder

New scene: perfectly symmetrical sucking yolk violence.

Behind back his eggs graze her hips & revert to such a state of domestication toes curl inward.

They remain like snow year-round their vessels quiet against a handsy god.

Their lips edge shoulder blade a curve appears first as diaspora then again as whimper on body.

Also Called a Slump Scene unlatches quick: her body anchors crotch & car snow melt or runoff & they shouldn’t but he knows how to dive for pearl knows how to catch it between thumb & forefinger. They’re back to present: car pulls in teeth bite lower lip, a little noise like a growling or stirring appears.

Kailey Alyssa is currently residing in Longmont, Colorado. She is a graduate of the MFA program at the University of Colorado Boulder and now works as one of the Poetry Editors for Heavy Feather Review. You can find her work in places like Dreginald, Hobart, Juked, Pacifica Literary Review, Salò Press’ Milk: An Anthology of Eroticism, and The Thought Erotic.

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