Winter cage Charlotte Kidd

Charlotte Kidd Winter cage

Hello belly, baby maker stretched across – to the end of my hips, bio-oil slip greasy belly so boring to believe you consume time not yet past the preoccupation with the physical but blameless in your robbery and beautiful to breathe into

i will strangle you in a sweet sweat wrap wish you away with words and burn-baby-burn sit ups, then, think about feeding you hot chocolate; a detailed snowman, and watch him melt away in a January cup of milk