Jinii

Three wishes tickle my tonsils

and toes,

Jinii plays the air–

the bells of graylian gala

to incinerate three wishes–

sinner’s wishes,

while he feathers my hair.

 

Eyes gaunt,

spotless–

bloodless,

merciless–

penetrate through to my colors

and attention.

 

Thinking creature of no skin,

signs of zero

don’t end plasma echoes–

beached where they began.

 

Inhumane struggle

trickles from his bottle,

clouds of bondage precious

as I turn the tables.

 

Tap one, my flesh against his chains,

tap two, violation of his air–

tap three, inhaled breath of flowers and greed.

 

Three wishes to slow his heartbeat…

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