COLBE SCHICATANO 01 December 2019
HANDS:( With gleaming swiss army knife hands, you reach to your belt.)
shocking like an atom bomb, rocking like a carriage
across the rocks and painted hills, a perfectly mannered marriage
A MOUTH:( Sipping on expired Tang from an heirloom flask. Gold.)
puckered lips (n) - two parallel sides of a canyon colliding on a single stick of dynamite, said to keep their soft insides from turning into piles of ashes.
A TONGUE: ( To feed them)
HEELS:( Adorned with a rattler’s fangs)
venom rips through red blood, forming whirling tide pools of toxicity that are: 1.) furious 2.) frantic 3.) and frigid…but a sheriff runs faster.
EYES:( You don’t need to squint at night)
off the mirrored glass plains cut out by the desert sun the moon illuminates yellow pupils at the end of Long. Gun. Barrels.