EasyPony

sometimes, i wake up with bits of Orion still stuck between my teeth. & i grin, remembering the face of every lover i’ve managed unscathed, to crawl out from underneath. ‘ad astra’ inked into ankle bones like little wings, Pluto’s underworld ripe, coursing through my veins: i stake claim to clavicles. devouring shivers between the constellations of tongues & weak limbs, i get off on all the ways mere mortals beg me to sacrifice them to the heavens.