She has six cuts on her abdomen
and pelvis.
It was smooth before
the pod people came
with their one-eyed snake.
Snip snip snip snip snip
SNIP.
Nasty beast always
hungry.
Sucked out the life seeds.
Left behind the sad gas.
Full and empty.
Insomnia, my ugly twin,
every night enters my bedroom.
If I lock the door
she tap dances on the roof.
Grabs me by the hand
hot not sexy hot.
Skin like the Sahara.
Molten to the core fry
eggs on it.
But her smile
makes me shiver.
Come
dance with me.
Her shadow beckons
diaphanous.
Flickering on and off
my consciousness.
Climb
to the roof.
Howl
and scream.
Alicia Hilton is a poet, essayist, creative nonfiction writer, and law professor. She received an MA in Humanities with a focus on Creative Writing from the University of Chicago, a JD from the University of Chicago, and a BA in Sociology from the University of California at Berkeley. Her website is www.aliciahilton.com.
Alicia Hilton’s poem is creepy, cathartic, psychological, and like the warrior race horse,it screams across the dreamscape and flies past the finish line. It is raw and wild and unleashed.