The Chained Woman
Erect under the foot of communion I eat the loins of courage, kiss the naval where tongue(s) cannot swim in the bath of sweat and torture. A sweet sensation of moisture envelopes along the ridge of my lips and I am at once a statue of grease, feral, dripping with carnal invocation. Tear at the root, the black flesh, the pilgrimage of our bodies, trampling in your kingdom as a wild ox, bashful, yes – exercising the ember from which I placed inside you. Mouth agape between the legs of angels; let the flood of earths cement fill your jaw. In the wild where the moon dips its palms into the river of Eden you are persuaded again by the lust of innocence.
Free, the child’s vulva still beats in shapes of grey. The whore of Andromeda feeding light across the razors breast and of course she is alive in the name of Christ.
Jonathan Fischer is an emerging poet and short story writer from New Jersey. He currently attends Raritan Valley Community College as an English major. Jonathan writes short stories, poetry, nonfiction, and dabbles in other forms of literary experimentation. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Literary Orphans, Futures Trading Lit Magazine, Blast Furnace Press, and others.