Poetry Blog by Sara Dombrosky
I see that depraved preacher man
Spewing at me variations of hate
For knowing variations of love,
In the shallowness of skin deep I have learned self-love.
I have found beauty in my body
Where I once could only envision the brokenness
A gaping hole where my heart was.
For so many years I had to reject what I felt
Kept pulling chunks of...
Sunday 5th November 2017 5:21 am
I’m sorry what?
“I said, you’re beautiful”
Why are you lying?
“You have amazing hair!”
It’s really not
“But it’s so curly.”
It tangles, it snares
I wish it straight.
I’m sorry, I’m not
“But you are!”
Why do you lie?
“Your skin is flawless.”
“I’m sure you don’t need it.”
You can’t se...
Sunday 5th November 2017 5:14 am
The trees are flesh made.
Gauntly etched to form gangrenous limbs,
Skeletal fingers lacing outward
For the heavens.
A multiplicity of fungal greens
That curl and sway about the breeze.
The trees are flesh made,
Blood racing within barcomulch veins
Wednesday 25th October 2017 6:06 am
Some would call our relationship cold and pale as that single snowdrop
Sitting in the gutter, bright in the harsh grey of an autumn day, thought to be alone.
His eyes are endless variations of red-brown, and when I look in them, all I see is desire for me.
We are not in love; we are in lust; a magnetism of iron and loadstone.
When we are together, I feel like I have climbed to the Himalayan to...
Saturday 21st October 2017 4:19 am