Milk On A Hot Summer’s Day
buildings spiral above your head and they
are soft and tangible and wet to the touch.
they glide between your fingers like slime,
your mind is failing again,
it’s full of glass again,
it’s cutting your hands and fingers again,
she pushes into you
and tears your mind from your soul
and your soul from your hell in the skies,
beige and thick like
milk on a hot summer’s day.
you don’t trust the man in your head anymore.
he whispered truths to you, wrapped
in sin and crucifixes and the hand
of a holy man,
soft, and wrinkled.
you don’t like the way his face looks.
you don’t like the way his hands feel.
he fucks you with tooth and with bite and
you cause him to bleed and he likes that
and so do you.
your nails tear away in his back
and his thighs
and he screams your name
like a martyr,
Kit Nova is a full-time English and Classics student and part-time poet situated in Cork, Ireland. Their poetry has been most recently featured in several issues of “Hebe” Youth Magazine. They can be found at @poetrybykit on instagram procrastinating finishing their first manuscript.