

003. --li gh t003. --li gh t
my eyelashes are curling away from these anti-alkaline, pseudotears curroding my glass cutter cheekbones
your lip curled, my nose crinkled, all in such antagonism i miss you so hard my insides are turning into diamond if you're not careful soon my skin will be crystal clear
we are black marks on our parent's report cards; we are ash marks on match books we are nobody today
watching black clouds roll in silence over the navy blue
exclusion sky, i'm licking my lips and remembering the
very spot you used to lay next to me. i watch as sailor
blue turns to


002. --l o v e002. --l o v e
love is nothing and we are
nobody, just adolescent trash. our blood alcohol content is half a point higher than our gpa, but honestly that's not saying much.
touch your eyes and smile, we aren't anything. depression is
just a word they can slap onto us and claim they've found the malfunction, they've found our quirk, but secret glances from across the table destroy their proclaimations. we're not fixed. we are not toys to be tinkered with. you don't know what's best for us, please stop lying.
this silence plays at my superficial insecurities
but i won't admit


eulogy.-eulogy.
if you ever die, i will speak the truth:
that you are watercolour, the hum of a mosquito on a summer night when heat glimmers and the moon is braced with red
false hope, the strands of a conversation come undone like ribbons.
there will be the strangest, most beautiful message carved into your headstone;
an arabic prayer made of lace, "the ocean is an edge i will wander onto, undertow pulling like a headache,"
and then the grass bend beneath your footsteps, lanterns drunk on the pepper of an afterglow.
i wi
| “i took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. i am. i am. i am.” (sylvia plath) |
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