In The Pit by Haleigh Dixon

Settle yourself in the pit of my stomach.

Let yourself be condemned to the viciousness of my gaze.

My love, it brims here.

Bloom, the wings of infatuation.

Flutter, the lining of my stomach, it will.

In the construction of my throat, make a home here.

The acid will rise. Claw, victorious friend.

Cleanse me. Fry me. Crumble me like concrete.

Form the shape of a wilted lily. Rationalize me.

Stone petals hunch my back.

Let nature take its course.