I eat the earth
Here I hold the world, a globe
of fruit in my hand. I lick
the sulfur-salty peel, the roads and regencies
we mo(u)ld here.
And plugging my finger
in a volcano, I strip
the rind away, scooping dirt
beneath my nails,
uncovering the red pulp
of magma, citrus and ripe
I tear into
the flesh of it, lava
burning ruby down my chin
my mouth swimming with
delirious spice, and I
claim my animal tongue
ILLUSTRATION BY BAEL
Bael is an artist from the North East of the UK, whose work translates an often haunting, yet beautiful visualisation of the human form. After solo shows and group exhibitions across the UK and Europe, his work has found its own place and has a dedicated, international following. @bael_art
Aimee Lowenstern is a twenty year old writer with who lives in Nevada. She writes poetry and fiction, has cerebral palsy, and is a big fan of glitter.