Ashley Bullen-Cutting is a writer concerned with the Weird, Eco, Gothic and Queer. He has been published in Lonesome October Lit, Three Drops Poetry and can soon be read in an upcoming issue of Riggwelter. He holds a Master of Arts in Creative Writing from the University of Sheffield.
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Cutis Calligraphy
I
Her eyes are like
twin stars and hard liquor
like oblivion shores
black-glass lapping
mascara tears
cutis calligraphy to destinations
unknown
We call her Hali
I want to be different
she thinks
but cardboard is cardboard
apathetic pre-made flaps
and I’m not ready to rip
to change my design
Her skin is like
November and a misdemeanor
like purpled purgatory
high-heels pressing
cracked ceramic
that mends misshapen and
stunted
II
His fists are like
lubricious feelers
like repeat offenders
aphotic streaks
that strike out
manuscription cadmium
We call him Florida Man
I want to be seen
she thinks
but ignorance is ignorance
calculated indifference
and I’m afraid to run
to reach out
His words are like
cardinal appendages
like tattered promises
grinned-glass chewing
evicting vowels
that form solid and close and
hot
III
Their eyes are unformed
masticating existence
from the insides of
battered hope
We call them Bubba
They want to be
they guess
but their home is hurt and failing
flash-floods and coastal quakes
and soon
the lights will go out
Their love is pure
umbilical ubiquitous
expiration unknown
Their hands are anti-prehensile blobs
immutable and immovable
rib-caged
shadow-acting on ovarian string the same movies they’d watched
roles reversed
Their mind is clear
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ISACOUSTIC* 
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