RAZOR WIRE DENTAL BRACES. She gives me a lap dance for my birthday. She strips down to nothing. She’s grinding her naked ass against my crotch. I reach for the stack of twenties that had been sent to me in envelopes from various family members. She had already removed her panties, so I had nowhere to stuff the cash. I remember my backpack, placed beneath the arm of the chair. She still has her back to me, lost in the zone. She doesn’t notice me shuffling through the backpack. She giggles slightly when she feels my left hand pressing bills against her waist. She hasn’t noticed the object in my right hand being held to the cash being pressed against her gyrating waistline. She rockets off my groin, shrieking a ream of terse vulgarities. Hands grip to yank a twenty that had been pinned to the waist with a shot of dull metal. Watery eyes shoot pre-bloodied daggers at the staple gun in my right hand.

BAG OF THROATS. All snarling maws peopled galleries. These attempts to capture their coring spheres have no goal but to leave you wantless. One’s eyes appear as shark fins cutting water. One has the marks of bear claws for a face. There was no mouth on my hood, so you applied red lipstick and kissed it hard where you thought it might be. You were close, but it still came out crooked.

RAY GUN FALSETTO. There's a myth you were punched on your first time. There should be eyes, but instead there are nose sockets. Pear-shaped caverns the coughs have burned with puréed lung. Gangrenous bedsores launch shocks upon touch. Force texture to retreat. If remade to be smooth as a toy, you must be aware of their games.

N. Casio Poe lives and operates out of Long Island. His work has appeared in Agon Journal, Coprolaliac Press, Bruiser Mag, Cum-Punk, and Kenji Siratori's Xenopoem endeavour. He has published 13 works of fiction (10 through Sweat Drenched Press, 3 through his own imprint The Place), an art zine through ANNIHILVS POWER ELECTRONIX, and provided a voice over performance / soundtrack (through his power electronic project Tunnel Nun) for Zak Ferguson's feature film Bradlee. Prior to all of that, N. was the vocalist / lyricist for NY grindcore act The Communion. He is currently working on CAROTID OCTOPUS (prose anthology), EYECHECK (poetry collection) and FIEND LEPER (film script).

He can be reached at: https://kiritsislives.blogspot.com/