A Poem by A. J. Huffman
I buried myself up to my chin
in the hollow flesh of men
who were all too happy to sacrifice
for the cause. Then I colored my hair
with their eyes. And my lips,
well, I believe they speak for themselves.
Still I lacked the heat to hold
your attention. So I left
my scars. But I never realized they formed
a map. Too late, I followed
Until I could not breathe
for anything but the pulse
of your blood.
––from her chapbook Audition from Hell