I wrote these a while ago. If not posted here, they might not've seen the light of day...

Hating myself

It was simple and whole
an elegant enmity
pure
like a pebble in a shoe
it pierced
a weighted branch
a crow with malicious intent

kk (2001 ?)

Caked

The blood was caked in the corner of her lip
she worried it with her tongue, extracting the salt
to take it back to the secret place of knowing to preserve
the clarity of his fist, not unlike her first real orgasm
it had amazed her in its quick usurpation of the moment
when the hold of it on her throat relented, it was as though
nothing had ever moved.

kk (2000?)