Jane Arthur
At night my eyes are huge.
I bring my talons forward to land on you.
Everything I eat I swallow whole.
Corset bones, starched bustles, crushed berries,
false lashes. My humours erode flesh.
I hack and present upon my tongue
tidy bundles of feathers and fur,
calcified organs, skeleton shards.
At night my eyes take in all the light there is.