biting list - N. Abram
poetry ☆
poetry ☆
the wolves propose a truce:
they’ll give ya hope if you cut your tongue out
and hush up your wanting
(at least when you’re around town)
child says the beasts are calm on sundays
when the people sit in stone pews and no one cleans their guns.
i could run with them,
if they’d put up with my hobblin’ and let me gnaw the table scraps i’ve recently been denied
call me rabid the way i’m droolin’,
mouthing at the lack.
at your grown age,
not knowing what you need—
and ain’t that a damn shame!
child says im lackin’ love,
talkin’ ‘bout an aching, wide-open emptiness
you feel like the drop in your gut
when the dogs howl after church.
N. Abram (they/them) is a queer, trans writer with a deep love for language and everyone's personal monsters. They have been writing since they were old enough to hold a pen, and their work centers around the relationship between carnality, desire, and spirituality. In their free time, they can be found reading horror stories and listening to goth rock. They live with their partner and two very adorable cats. You can find more of their work and contact information on Instagram at @hallowedhedonism.
