RipRap Literary Journal 41
SUBLIMINAL I rewind us; Through backward talk like devilish tongue I think I hear I love you. Demon chatter, Some may call it; Some claim Illuminati tricks The way you can nearly make out Satan In the gibberish, But sometimes those reverse sounds at night Sound like they might conjure you. Render me a heretic But I like our song better backwards. Words Swallowing each other, A snake inverting itself Into a strand of bone and still-wet flesh.
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Amanda Ice