Atlas & Alice | Issue 6, Spring 2016
nails against it. Opened my chest with â&#x20AC;&#x201C; for it. Slept with you inside. IV. You no longer stop at skin. You no longer spit me out. V. I lick myself back from the left of your mouth. All that is left of your mouth. I cannot be your tongue, your snapping jaw, the fresh right of you. All that is left of you.