- Liora Hyman
I am nothing but
bloodied curtains, demons’ down payments
a brick building brooding
I am nothing but drag rouge across a man’s upper lip
the angry flow of Hot Chili Pepper tears
of fire and lit albums.
I am nothing but dancing across live coals
thriving off your painful hops
to coat the bottoms of your feet.
I am nothing but hellfire’s hellhounds
the rosebud picked
and red rovers of childhood innocence
and I am nothing.