forever tumor - N. Abram
poetry ☆
poetry ☆
you live in my throat,
metastatic,
cruel little life—
the only child i’ll ever mother.
curling on my tongue like bitter cashew salt,
sticky fingers in my mouth,
all baby, all “lemme in”
i find you in my pregnant spine,
prehistoric paralytic,
cackling as you shove me down,
you need nimble hands on the operating table
but i: wiggling bait on a hook,
a wiggling wait to be eaten.
momma in my brain,
in the meat-mass-mind of me,
eatin’ me alive and smiling
as you swallow down.
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.
