Cretin

She met me with an overbite that hissed in the ears of attention she promised to ignore I remained unkempt like the declaration Crohn carved into the yards of her intestine I prayed under a fluorescence only rotting can bare She wore empathy like memories we imprison in our attics I wept at the sight of her cysts when I should have celebrated their shrieking event horizons I built a constricting leather coil from the skin of her indifference She then flopped around like a dying fish but hid the scars from the fishhooks I blessed her with The faintest stars aligned and graced me with a tumor I can only pretend isn’t there

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 24, 2026