Emmanuel Pendola
Leather Devil
After Susan Slaveiro’s: A Modern Synthesis
The way she acts, you’d notice that
zippers do exist, latch-hooks
and buttons. No tight pants at her waistline,
or tiny specks of light where her eyes should be.
In the right kind of shadow, she could be
drinking milk. You might try and open her up
with a drink or two, looking for Seven & Sevens
and Grasshoppers, perhaps a password
to decrypt those fetal markings on the glare
in her eyes, the tattoos of emotional scars
and fork lines, silver keyholes that collect
in the hollows of her metallic limbs.
She is the cobbled remains of old
treasures—twisted and tired, a hunger
for man-flesh. A mythology swallowed.
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Emmanuel Pendola is a senior Creative Writing and Psychology major. He enjoys writing Poetry and reading fiction pieces and is currently trying to use my background in Psychology to create more interesting writing. He hopes to one day write Psychological Thriller pieces.
The way she acts, you’d notice that
zippers do exist, latch-hooks
and buttons. No tight pants at her waistline,
or tiny specks of light where her eyes should be.
In the right kind of shadow, she could be
drinking milk. You might try and open her up
with a drink or two, looking for Seven & Sevens
and Grasshoppers, perhaps a password
to decrypt those fetal markings on the glare
in her eyes, the tattoos of emotional scars
and fork lines, silver keyholes that collect
in the hollows of her metallic limbs.
She is the cobbled remains of old
treasures—twisted and tired, a hunger
for man-flesh. A mythology swallowed.
--
Emmanuel Pendola is a senior Creative Writing and Psychology major. He enjoys writing Poetry and reading fiction pieces and is currently trying to use my background in Psychology to create more interesting writing. He hopes to one day write Psychological Thriller pieces.