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bone witch
a house with good bones
is still a corpse
and
my mouth is
just a quiver
full of arrows
ready to conduct
a symphony
Thursday 8th May 2025 3:05 pm
grow
I have to remind myself
that it's ok to find relief
in leaving
when it feels
like taking off shoes
that are two sizes too small.
Thursday 1st May 2025 1:53 am
rival of Mars
When I say I love,
I mean
I fall in
whole,
swallowed up,
while it licks
its lips.
I am
human ruins
in
a wild man's fire.
The last fallen leaf,
victim of
a strong storm's breath.
The empty lungs
of a collapsed truth.
The drained ocean
lost in paradise.
I am
the bloody gurgle
of a war cry.
Tuesday 5th November 2024 4:35 am
blue eyed glacier
how many times did we justify a scar
because we love the person
holding the knife?
how many times did we equate
a deep cut with equally deep love?
how many times did we convince ourselves that if anyone was allowed to hurt us,
it should be them?
Friday 18th October 2024 2:51 pm
no room for fake Kings
you were so content
keeping me at arms length
so I ended up
in someone else's
with a trail of teeth
behind me
Tuesday 24th September 2024 9:36 pm
losing
I'm worried that I'm losing it.
and I don't know what "it"
is, exactly.
but I can feel it leaving.
my face has been numb
this week,
but this time,
not from weeping.
I used to write passionately
about love that leaves
and fills my space with empty,
about being comfortable
in my lonely,
about the chaos
in longing.
but if you beg the sky
hard enough
for long enough,
she will...
Tuesday 17th September 2024 1:39 pm
for Plato
such a divine gift
lay draped around her neck.
angels pantomiming inside gemstone walls,
each shimmer of light
is a fight,
a scream,
a plea
for release.
grieving diamonds are still diamonds,
trapped in animosity.
Tuesday 27th August 2024 4:28 pm
enigma
my eyes did give worship
to every hint of olive on his skin.
I whisper a Hail Mary
and surrender
to the kiss of another bullet.
his armor, amatory.
mine, antiquated.
pray,
prey.
a pair of tangled beasts
never knew such beauty.
Monday 26th August 2024 10:47 pm
premortem
it's
fearful stutters
on lips with a lisp,
gaping wide open,
autopsy of the chest.
it's wretched.
and painstakingly
beautiful.
and oh, how I love it.
Saturday 17th August 2024 12:35 pm
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