Blog by Hannah Frank
Take me home, sweet statue of stone,
your smooth skin beckons my hand to rise from my side
and strike your thousand-year-old cheek.
The stripes from my human sweat
leave a mark on the calm marble
while my heart races.
After speaking in tongues for so long, snake pit venom mixed in with the red wine on the table with the hemlock the hems of the dresses bein...