Tracy Davidson

mortuary 
rigor mortis doesn’t stop 
her husband’s moaning

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

winds of war 
the wiccan’s crystal ball 
turns red

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

dead romantic 
her late husband 
nibbles on more than her neck 

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

bloody thorns 
embedded in his back 
Momma didn’t like her blooms

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

morgue at midnight 
a corpse 
reclaims his organs

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

a matador’s scream 
the ghosts of all the bulls 
he slaughtered

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

body swap 
the sheep count farmers 
into the slaughterhouse

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

lingering cries 
from the cobwebbed crib 
plump baby rats 

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

another Adam... 
removing a rib 
for my collection

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

demon seed 
the larger one gorges 
on its unborn twin 

— Tracy Davidson

severed fingers

skitter across the floor

still clutching the knife

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

fresh cadaver 
the medical student 
who answered back

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

lucky rabbit’s foot 
she boils 
the man who butchered it

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

disarticulated 
his skeleton 
dances on my grave

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

homemade meatloaf 
if only he’d been this tender 
while alive

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

heart tattoo 
the needle 
severs every vessel 

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

venom 
flooding every vein 
her serpent’s kiss

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

weeping blood 
in every photo 
a shadow at my shoulder

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

half-heard whispers 

almost dropping 

the coffin

— Tracy Davidson

Tracy Davidson

he leaves his mark 
a quick slash 
in virgin snow

— Tracy Davidson