a ballet ; for master suspiriorium by Milena Bee
in teeth biting, canine flinching into soft bicep should have
stretched more, more, allez the body is a pillar cracked and
crumbling at the very edges / skimming angle
drag of empirical bridge up, nose become sinus brain, bend wrist flick push
through drag whole body with you into dead of studio lights, blue light
fuzzed out, incantation incandescence irreconcilable blood vow
grandfathered in, / elbow cracked against the
barre, embolism breaching space between becomes ephemera.
unspeakable stitching to keep mouth tight. / pinning arm
behind back behind coiffed pincushion, dangling from nape
and socket host for writhing ball of maggots tucked up behind
crown / scrape bone for the marrow drip ice on
the seam bequeathing levitation, digging into earthen mass
/ the bloat of the leeches settling in the bow of the body
feasting on the appendix the broken slit of skin
peeling intestinal tract on butcher’s floor, formerly lifted, floated
for metempsychosis
june 17th, 2020
Milena Bee is a poet and mythologist, who lives in Los Angeles amidst a number of houseplants. They're interested in a diaristic point of view, as well as explorations of feminine agency and rebirth. Their work can be found in Beestung, Sad Girl Review, and One Report, among others.They are also the editor of All Guts No Glory, a zine-style publication. Find them online at @beenymph (instagram) and @agngmag (twitter)