Dragonchaser
Mesmerized
irises. Foil-thin lips
suck
sludge into lungs.
Sex,
inutile. A woman
seduced
by residue.
Nothing
sacred escapes
a black trail
down.
Meal scraps,
sweat-
stains & hopeless
air
hug the furniture.
I
watch her azure,
witness
a woman
need
some other love.
Powerless,
I call 911 &
breathe
for us both.
Kiel M. Gregory works with youth in the Southern Tier of New York where he is an MA candidate at Binghamton University. His prose and verse appear in Lips, Paterson Literary Review, Furrow, and aaduna, among others. Visit kielmgregory.com for more.