Emily Kellogg: Bruises on My Throat
Photo: Joanna C. Valente
women made by men mourn the rain in spain with perfect elocution
I.
I wish to be rewarded for knowing the tics of his body as I do. The rhythm of his pulse in anger more familiar than the bruises on my throat.
II.
The ground patterns my submissive knees his cavernous moons.
III.
The arousal has begun to sting.
IV.
You are nothing more than the echo of my whispered desire. I know.
You are nothing more than the shadow I cast at red dawn. I know.
You are nothing more than the ooze I wrung from a rib. I know.
V.
I renounce the mucus in my traitorous cunt.
Emily Kellogg is a writer, editor, cultural policy analyst, and veteran book publishing professional based in Toronto, Ontario. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in publications such as The Lindenwood Review, The Humber Literary Review, The Nasiona, Minola Review, Entropy Magazine, The Puritan, and Room Magazine. In 2018, she was named one of three finalists for the carte blanche/Creative Nonfiction Collective Society prize. A selection of her published work can be found at emilykellogg.com.
