"Some people write books,
and
other people give them things to write about."
He has eyes made of nicotine.
He sold his soul to Nashville.
From the back of this throat he generates heat
and light
He smirks at me and
I feel exposed and
am intensely aware of my feet.
There's no place like home. There's no place like home.
All I want is to freeze-
Give me a bed carved from an iceberg- it melts over the course of a thousand years.
Make it white and pure and porcelain.
It has claws
like a bathtub.
I will float in the water
and
with wrinkled fingertips
I will write your story.
Author Bio:
Leah Thomas is a 23-year-old Appalachian-American living in Lexington, Kentucky. She is finishing up her English degree from Morehead State University and can probably be found under a tree sniffing a flower.