Day 1: Did I stab myself with a pencil? Are you graphite granules embedded In the shallows of my palm When I arrogantly pushed my hand Into the left pocket of my shorts To meet with the sharpened tip That lay in waiting like a rattlesnake Fanged for a beautiful bite-mark
Day 5: The venom is spreading Corroded flesh irradiates From speck, into splotch Day 10: O’ calamitous spot, Don’t drain my life away Halt your expansive rage Malignant ripple on my surface Building into a crasher wake Please don’t slam against me And end my fickle being
Day 50: The supernova was the end Until the explosion cooled Into another star borne black Dappling my skin-sky
Jordan Alejandro Rivera(he/him) is a 23-year-old queer Xicano writer living in Boston. Jordan is passionate about mutual aid and volunteers with the Prison Book Program. He currently works as a medical researcher. His work is featured in fifth wheel press, Acedia Journal, and partially shy. Find him @jordinowrites.
