By Evel Burdett

the night stretches ahead of girls like a

long black river. we lie naked and face

down in the cool cool cool water. we are

so sexy, a branch distilled in muck, hair

braided and flowing, surrounded by ivy

and daisy and marigold and honey

the vines entangle our wrists and pin us

in his favourite position, our peach

lips are parted and ready for fucking

but he doesn’t see our eyes are open too

the boys will bottle our blood and take us

under their still tongues four drops, twice a day

i just watch the silver fish float by and

count the seconds until it is over.