" You pretty little scorpion
on his nightstand. You mosquito
flying into our bedroom,
carrying all your bloody threats.
Your lack of sickness,
your threat of sting.
Imagine me a frog, long tongue
slithering out to swallow you
whole. Imagine him, warm, asleep
beside me. While you wait
for his response, phone poised
in your hand like a rattlesnake. "

― Clementine von Radics , Mouthful of Forevers