“Part Two”

They were lying in the dark,

by a set of iron stairs.

He spotted a hawk,

talons digging into her calf.

It’s eyes were rubies.

There was this puddle,

by his head.

He imagined it tasted like battery acid,

like salt,

or the side of her neck.

In her mind,

she translating the alphabet.

The one scratched on her

collarbone.

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