The Jibblies Contest 2006 Winner: Poetry

Hangnail
by Very Curci

I long for the freedom
Filling you with an ecstasy so grotesque
That in my presence
You need to feast upon yourself so greatly
Your hands become unavoidable instruments of
A special dank Lust
Your thin fingers circling, circling inside of you
Just past that mind of yours
So practical
So rigid
Circling, circling inside of you
Just past the tortures of the day
And past that scratchy hangnail
On your right index finger
Circling, circling inside of you
As you move within movement
Exploding like a thousand perfume samplers
Coming as you laugh and laugh
Peeling yourself like a wet orange.