by Michael Matheson
Nelly Kelly is a raven beauty – tresses ink smooth atop her fair frame. Her soul too is black, her lover’s stolen name on her lips and on her tongue.
But his tongue is made to kiss with. Barbed like a cat’s, it digs deep – cuts out the secrets her silence cradles.
He carves his name into her throat, reclaiming it in blood – shoves it back behind the barrier of his teeth, down deep in his gullet – and takes hers too.
© Michael Matheson 2011