The chair tilts back until the blood all flows
by Giaune
· 18/01/2026
Published 18/01/2026 18:17
The chair tilts back until the blood all flows
to the bridge of my glasses and the tip of my nose.
The light is a white hot plate in the eye,
and the metal tools look sharp enough to cry.
The suction tube catches the side of my tongue,
holding the breath inside of my lung.
He says to open, and I stretch the bone,
feeling more naked than when I’m alone.