Coquette Cannibal

Let me have a taste

Hydrangea rotting flesh

Taste

Taste                            Of you, so ultra-human

Taste

All you girls with easy features

I could feast on you

One bite, by one bite

Body parts

Aspects            Of the unfought for and untarnished

Let me dissect you

Wear the new life

Hair

Teeth                           Deliciously unburdened, free

Back

I feel desire crawling

Creeping through my stomach

Twisting my neck to choke

One bite, just one

Blood

Eyes                             Purer and sharper than mine

I can see membranes peeling

Skin unwrapping for me

Meat

Meat                            Fresh and red as rubies

Meat

Be a lamb, darling

Slaughter you societally

Old Yeller, but we eat the dog too

Hate me, love me

Die

Dine                             Upon the morsel of my retribution

No more disdain from cracked lips

Stuck between molars, like meat hooks

Feed

Feed                             Normality to me with your silver spoons

Feed

I’ll eat your memories too

And those sparkling emotions

Bubbling like champagne

Distill your tears to vodka

Celebrate

Bodies              Changing beautifully, deservedly

I’ll settle for capellaries

The opaque bubbles of your spit

Face                 Our

Face                 Let me see our

Face                 Let me taste our

Only you are normal

Only I am hungry

Only we are full

This won’t hurt a bit,

Let us taste of you

And your perfect face

Stained Teeth Asylum

Welcome words poke through my teeth

Sticking through and in, beneath

Coffee colorations

Scotch-dark libations

Breaking-fast and breaking backs

I’ll speak freely

Cementing my gums in place

Spit saunters down your face

Dyed brown of my eyes

Beige tie-dye covered lies

Over and over again

Rising, falling heart and then

Tongue breaks walls, breaks silence

Put these memories in final tense

From the tips of my fingers

To my lips where it lingers

Fever breaks black-blue

Dawn’s somber ingenue

Look me in the stained teeth

Loose limbs and open heath

Speak gibberish like a prophetess

Sun stained skin to next of kin

Take the shovel and the scythe

Reap and replant as tithe

In the damp embrace of earth

Circle and devour body’s worth

Steel merry-go-round motion

Biting and ripping, lost to the ocean

My mind is out at sea

Tendering my wretched plea

Let me go! O’ let me free!

Broken am I, longingly

Let me taste of water’s froth

Feel the wave of poor man’s cloth

And chide me for my insolence

But I will make me, redily

File fears and teeth so dolefully

Great am I the escapee.

My Youthful Dear

Corpse, cadavre, carapace

My dry blood crumbles, dissolution

Heaving cuts, private tiger

Desperate abandon

Rusty ivory and traveled blades

Numbly resolute like hours of sleet

Train tracks among my body

with reddish-brown and wood

Eyes so dull the Lethe knows forgiveness

“My youthful dear, what is your name?”

Thin for days, miles ahead

Leather that coats their fingertips

Hopeful hips willing mind

Arms a weight which shoulders cannot bear

Love amiss

Withered youth, wise heart which beats in open air

Tears which cannot but dry my aching

Parchment skin

Hair peels from scalp and grinds against the wind

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

There is nothing

In the place where everything ought to be

Weightless floating

Illusion body

What is my name?

Rachel Stetter is a trans butch and German-American writer living in Pennsylvania. She is planning to attend as an undergraduate, with a major in history, at Loyola University of Chicago in the fall. She loves Lego Star Wars, motorcycles, and her beautiful baby (cat) Lava.