Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
You commented on the bags under my eyes I said “thank you, they’re designer” And I meant it Because I designed them myself With sleepless nights And a starving soul (my body might be starving a little too) And I did it because I just wanted The outside to match Read more
Hours slip by ticking Out cells of my eyes One laborious, one Yogurt, wet, heavy Slides thick like thighs Waitout the drumlike Dance of blood upon The water plane, a Would be quenching If it weren’t for the fact Of saturation—one cannot Force a toilet filled red Any more wet Read more
Young ghosts comb dreams so vast they splinter in twelve and are bruised irregular by twenty. Your age is the number of stars that have fallen while you sleep. Streets are proud doubts–foul charm, but proofed. A sometimes can seize but an always can cease. All visions of progress: much Read more
Within her green garden, our hedged veranda filled with buckets of lilies, sweet herb pockets, a sunburnt chandelier dimming in the breeze— Our garden with hydrangeas, and thistle vines, and azaleas in phantom fuchsias, though if only we could still sew posy wreaths. Rings around Margaret, May forgotten petals to Read more
Would you cover me in a coat of armor So my blood didn’t weep If I was your child Would you shield me from the dark The boogeyman that wiggled my doorknob whilst I sleep If I was your child would you smother me with sweet scented well-meaning kisses If Read more
