Monolonging
“Monolonging” for something more. Who the fuck am I writing for, anymore? I used to believe that words could fly through the folds of time. Connect the dreams of the deceased to the pondering hands of those present. I used to keep my laptop without a password, so if I were to die, my dreams…
A little accommodation for me, please.
I have a rant that has been bubbling inside of my mind since the start of the pandemic. I want to preface this with a little backstory of my own. When I was a child, I was sickly. Even as an infant, I would vomit up formula regularly. The stomach issues did not end as…
Until I woke up
Once, I had a dream… where a monochromatic sky opened its mouth and I rolled out off a long velvet tongue. I shot towards a shoreline like a meteor. My skin was as hot as the center of a blazing star. My hair was stuck to my face, neck, and shoulders like moss to the…
This feels
Bend me backwards into a column of silk strands Slide your callused fingers between my lips and pull out a ribbon of secrets The saliva of truth drips down your wary palms Juice of a fruit, neither of us should consume I am barely hanging on You are dangling ornaments of lust off my curled…
Sure, you haven’t even felt me yet.
I am entangled in a blanket of your hands They sting like a bucket of dried burrs You wrap me up tighter and my mouth rests, astonished Wet air pours from my mouth like morning sickness Heavy Heavy Heavy Can you hear my ribs grinding like two cars in a crash? Can you hear my…
Uncertain
When I look across the abyss, the vast cavern filled with memories of my tormented past, I wonder what possessed me to cross it? I turn around and stare down the hole in awe. How did I make it? What did I sacrifice to survive it? I think about the toll I must have paid…
A series of questions…
Do you ever think back to transformative moments in your life and cannot recall how you felt at any given time? How perhaps, none of it felt entirely genuine? I find myself, mouth agape, as I examine photos taken of me from what feels like lifetimes ago. I am in my early twenties. Hair chopped…
Fear is
I fear the shadows that exist among the lines across your palms Your hair smells of the fuzzy mold growing on the side of a forgotten picnic orange Acidic, yet multifaceted Repulsive, yet medicinal I love how it creeps across your shoulders and beckons me to dance in the wrinkles of your laugh lines Your…
A dedication
I have spent these last few weeks incessantly mulling over every new update in the media. Oftentimes, I am left with this empty feeling. It is like a stranger has come up to me offering solace, only to viciously rip my heart from my chest cavity and laugh as the beating slows to a distinctive…
Her favorite color
I gaze up into the vast emptiness of the afternoon sky and say to you My favorite color is powder blue Little wrinkles bunch up around the velvet skin of your rosy lips You order me to admire every hue Branches of veins, hot with intuition, dance just beneath the tender skin of my throat…
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