AIMEE TACON
porcelain smile, meet
porcelain teeth. shake hands now
frozen grip, stiff lip
cold meets colder still
do my fingers warm you, then?
pressure tips, heart skips –
irresponsible
hollow girl has lost her heart
tore straight through her chest
empty girl speak up
write your poem, write it wrong
which doll stole your tongue?
now: child tips you up
then: loss flings you upside down
their clasp – fat sliding
dripping down, climbing
greeting tears from your hole-face
scream with your whole face
soar, watch from without
two eyes amalgamated
open, gaping wound
race your heart to ground
you will feel nothing when it
smashes and you will
see nothing when it
smashes and you will not catch
me before we must
shake hands now. faceless
heart crawls bleeding out my mouth
cavernous, craving
your face, if you please
woven, delicate colours
meet porcelain teeth.