Thursday, 10 April 2025

sweetened shadow

 with shaded green who

rose through their shadows.

i will embark on your stems now

and embrace your veins into mine.

i am supreme in your direction

towards purple skies fading deeply

slowly

into an unwanted fist.

i have let go;

goodbye, fire,

hello freshly,

shredded,

skins.




Tuesday, 8 April 2025

war outside my skin

 plastic water dribbling down the

court of my tissues.

can i leave your presents

and pretend we left.

feathers pulled out of my back

to make your hands,

less grateful.

long, curvy, never serious

hands...

i am aware

of my cloudy eyes.

but you, 

you are hurt by their

knowledge.



blushing old bride

 came for the nearing heights to wait on the toe of our left cornered kiss; remember the suction of our peace? how often does it forget? I a...