Written by: Julius Mendoza

Out, out you phlegm
stucked, caught my tongue, can not

from water turning into ice. 
It was too quick I did not
have time to escape.

What are you saying?

Darling your name really hurts my throat.
Guttural obscene, the sound
clanging metal on metal, scraping
my spine 

I unloose both feet and teeth.
You know lips

are really not for kisses.
They inevitably stick, sticky

from being speechless for too long.
Then the skin breaks, 

out comes sour breath;
your name.