little death

︎︎︎ Danielle Chelosky

︎ May 23, 2023

in my dreams you call me your
pretty little hole like
the kind you find in
the hardwood floor
of your childhood home.
my body suddenly disintegrates,
becoming a void,
a portal you can step into.
you reach your hand
in and pull out
a never-ending noose
made of colorful ribbons
and put your neck through it.

Danielle Chelosky is an editor at Hobart Pulp and an intern at Amphetamine Sulphate.