a lesson in metaphor: (persephone, persephone, persephone) i think of fruit and i think of sex. juicy bites crescents left on skins dripping, so much dripping from mouths down bodies tip-tapping on the floor to the sheets, stained; to the walls, as if paint, a handful of watermelon a knot in a cherry stem overripe peaches rotting in the dirt and six seeds of pomegranate .
Alexis Diano Sikorski is a melodramatic queer Filipina-American dog mom, and all she wants is a really good massage. Her work has appeared in The Collapsar, Burning House Press, Moonchild Magazine, Vagabond City, Bombus Press, Queen Mobs Teahouse, Sigma Tau Delta's The Rectangle, and more. She's a bit of a crybaby, reads way too much fanfiction, and likes looking out of airplane windows. There's a 98% chance she's daydreaming right now. @Sikorskidear