There are people all over
this town with my
teeth marks in them.
Blood blossoming, bitch in a
gulp of air.
I want attention, like god plucking
me with tiny
teeth hands. A release of
jagged stitches, imaginary, so
freak sweet, My mouth
guessing how much dark,
how much blood. Offerings
to myself.
This is a found poem. Sources:
Pelecanos, George. The Sweet Forever. Boston: Little, Brown, 1998. Print, p. 236.
Flynn, Gillian. Sharp Objects. New York: Broadway Books, 2006. Print
Sarah Nichols lives and writes in Connecticut. She is the author of several chapbooks, including Dreamland for Keeps (Porkbelly Press, 2018) and Little Sister (Grey Book Press, 2018.) Her poems and essays can also be found in the RS 500, Memoir Mixtapes, Five 2 One's The Sideshow, and Moonchild Magazine.