By Alexander Perez
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Mentions of gore, abusive relationships
he will leave if i can gather all my blood off the floor. but do not leave a drop he says. bottle flies swarm from out of dark corners. cockroaches drink at the pool of blood. city light trespasses through the curtainless kitchen window spotlighting this domestic tableau. once i saw the face of an innocent. now he grins like a mad, murderous child. each night, he holds me tight from behind. what a loving gesture. aroused by his death-embrace. i do not breathe until i know he sleeps. the crystal vase held wildflowers – goldenrod, queen anne’s lace, black eyed susan – i picked from a vacant lot. now they crown a leaking skull. i am a queen deposed. when i turn, crystal teeth bite. i make it to my feet. i look down at the blood angel. i beg, drink, roaches, drink. the flies take care not to stick. if i were a fly, i would not be stuck either. i pull a shard out of my scalp slowly. a loose tooth. under the sink there is a mop. stained red. how much time does it take to destroy evidence? how much scrubbing until all traces of myself are gone?
Alexander Perez (he/him/his) began writing poetry in 2022 at age forty-eight. Since then he has published in several journals and has a chapbook forthcoming from Finishing Line Press entitled Immortal Jellyfish. He shares his life with a loving and supportive partner in upstate New York. For more, feel free to visit perezpoetrystudio.com