The longitude of this lust Has thwarted me into silence And the flowery relapse of submission I love you with all the peppery violence And I’m bartering for your permission The putrid evidence Of unfinished sentiment, A bloodthirsty Dracula, but I’m just a girl And you robbed me Shanked my heart, And declawed me My ship’s boards leak as we go down, but I’m game I’ll mop up my tears, give over every pearl Just to have your name Next to mine on the grave, is it asking a lot For yours to be the other stone Resting in my plot Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026

The devil planted me in New Jersey, of all places Nothing triggers homesickness much like The smell of gasoline and the melted tin foil Of a breakfast sandwich And what if I could navigate traffic circles forever, Dizzying and people yelling And what if my mother had loved me more Maybe then I wouldn’t have left.. There’s no telling. Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026

The splintered exorcism of this succubus, Once the deepest lover Has synchronized itself, only to Fuck us over And its grown to know I’m coded for you to be callous Stretched out in loneliness in your ice palace I’m maddened by the discipline With which I still worship your being And everyone wonders at once, What in god’s name is she seeing Maybe I’m just haunted by the buckling fear I’ll never again find this feeling Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026

At this blue hour, The famished earth reclaims me For your lanterns and legends For your spooling fern, the fastidious burn Me, alley cat, desperate for even a mention I’m still stored in your ligatures, I’m still poured into your crypt, I’m still remembering your smile lines as scripture I’m still obsessively measuring the conflict And I say, casually, I want out of your narrative Yet allow myself to remain Captive by the sweet orb of the endless sad I hold it as a monument, Cellularly, it is my circling desire to be your prey- The longing is imperative. Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026

The hourglass has begun her descent, The crows have lined up for your regrets And I’m maxed out on you, owing me nothing but rent And I’m so exhausted by your constant edits Of my character, The way you finger every flaw As though my difficulty was all you ever saw I hope every time you hear Taylor you think of me And I hope every time you are sat at a diner It’s Belgian waffles, and black coffee that’s all You can see Try to bear a diet without the fruitful grave Of my skinny body Try to hear another’s voice over mine In your weasel head, blown apart It’s easy to take them to bed But we all know the writing on your disfigured heart Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026