by Tori Lee
My heart is a mouth,
a wide, angry pit.
Venomous whispers ooze
from a cave of dry lips.
Teeth are pounding,
like heavy yellow fists.
She rattles wet walls
in her ivory cage.
Beneath skin paper thin,
oceans of impotent rage.
She’s devoured everything.
I am left hollow.
She’s yearning for something
new to swallow.
Tori “Nothing” Lee is a former foster youth, artist, and writer residing in the Antelope Valley. After working as a children’s book illustrator for a time, she turned her focus to writing and began pursuing an English degree. Her creative outlets have served to help crystallize and dissect difficult memories and emotions from both her childhood and adult life. On Instagram @bruised_fleshgod.
