Sex, Kink, and the Erotic: A Poem by Sofia Fey

2:43 am

a girl slides into my dms offering sweet gifs
or the blood of my enemies. I wake from another
dream of you. My letters and journal have been trifled
through & somehow I knew it was by your hand.
I call a useless detective to find evidence of you.
You show up & the detective is confused. It took
place in the loft of my new house, but not exactly
it, & for this I thank my subconscious. The useless
man is still searching & you wrap arms around me. 
For one second my ribs unfurl, their wings buzz. 
I break you off & tell you I’m rid of you & you
say you’ll never be done with me.

at 2:45 I consider the blood of my enemies.

I am a child getting sick
each day again. when I mouth
you the air becomes poison
won’t speak you or write you
by hand, but I type you when I must
a Great Nuclear Evil. I’m speaking
of the triangular bayonet, a weapon
designed to leave a hole in the shape
of a triangle; a wound the body doesn’t
know how to heal.

About Sofia Fey

Sofia Fey is a Lesbian and Non-Binary writer living in LA. Currently, they are the founder of the Luminaries Poetry workshop, and poetry editor at Hooligan Magazine. They love to beat their friends at Mario Party. They tweet @sofiafeycreates.