the daughter of my mother
sleeps inside my chest.
murmurs in her sleep
"i could do it better, i could be loved for it"
my mother loves her daughter.
it's hard, letting her go
my home of many years
no matter how uncomfortable the bed was
how cold the rooms
i lived in her
was loved in her
sometimes i take her out
drag her out of my soul like old laundry
like nostalgia, like a party dress
i slip, quietly, into her skin
wear her face, her family.
she doesn't fit right.
the daughter of my mother
is coated in broken glass on the inside
but as her
i can do it better, i can be loved for it
my mother loves her daughter.
.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 2:23 AM UTC
I wonder, if I drifted off
Would he come for me
Would he brush his fingers through my hair
And take me in my sleep
Would he bring me into his arms
And cradle me close
Though no heartbeat could sound by my ear
Behind his pitch-dark robes
Would he carry me away
My prince on a pale horse
My own heartbeat fading, dwindling
Lost forever in pause
Some part of me wishes to greet him
Quickly, without delay
But my sweetheart knows his work
And I know I cannot stay
So I will place my feet on the ground
And spin with him once more, once again
Yet another parting flirtation before
I spin back into life’s fray
I cannot dance long with
This on-and-off lover of mine
Because when I run to him
He (always, always) leans in, whispers, gently
"This is not your time."
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 3:10 AM UTC
you are an unholy sort of beautiful
a rejection of divinity in every freckle and curve
in the dirt under your nails and the blood in your smile
your crooked nose and clever fingers screaming that you are godless
you dress yourself in an artless kind of humanity and revel in the shock it brings
hair and skin and dirt and all the warmth you can gather between two hands
you cup your heart in scarred palms like the very opposite of a benediction
you wear debauchery like a second skin
darling, you could **** god with a grin
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
oh my dear, are we not made of starstuff
are we not glittering like the night sky
smiling like nebulas and laughing like galaxies
we'll swing together in tandem
dancers to an antimatter beat
gas giants and red dwarfs watch on but
we only have eyes for each other
and
all the constellations know, dear
are we not the Alpha Centauri of the Earth
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
Sweat rolls down my back and my stomach swirls in agony
Oh that I am ill for you
Sick for your pleasure
My sweet lilac lady, purple princess of the pyre
Where my body burns and buzzes for your gentle love
Bane of the wolf and you chase the creature from my heart
I snap my teeth no more
The hood of the holy brother who looks over me
But you are the one divine
I cannot move for your care, numb of mind to your affection
Delicately lulling me into restfullness
And oh! There is pain
And I am frozen in place
But you sing my softly to sleep
My lips fail and stutter as you halt me in my breath
I am halfed now, never complete
You my other part, my other half
Stealing away my soul from the pit of my lungs
Your astounding beauty takes over me and
I am gone on you
Gone for you
And I drift- drift away with
My darling aconite who stays with me till the end
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
once when i was a child
i sat in a field
surrounded by woods
and watched sparks leap from the fire to my clothes
i remember them dancing
and stinging skin hot
tiny freckle burns
dotting my arms
like stars
i remember the smoke
rising into the sky
and curling like a cat
caressing the darkness
as it twisted upwards and away away
the wood broke and the
scent of elderflower
filled me to the brim
with heady wild-smoke
and i remember thinking
big eyes filled with fire
my mouth just open and breathing the heat in
*i want to run through that fire
to the other side within*
.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
They will know my name
I say
They will know my name
I claim
They will know my name
It's only fair
They will know my name
A promise, a dare
They will know my name
To tell tall tales to the young
They will know my name
Blazing bright as the burning sun
They will know my name
Spoken, crying, in a rush
They will know my name
To scream into the hush
They will know my name
To whisper in the night
They will know my name
They will know my might
They will know my name
Across the star-born universe
They will know my name
In the smallest places on Earth
They will know my name
Further than the eye can see
They will know my name
They will know me
They will know my name
For better or for worse
They will know my name
A blessing, a prayer, a curse
They will know my name
Let it give them pause
They will know my name
It will be written next to yours
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
a small, dark shape is reflected in the large, round eyes of the owl
tilting its head, it watches the creature snuffling through the snow and listens to its feet move
it takes off from its branch with a shivering of ice
meanwhile, i pretend i dont know it can hear me and continue clambering along
i do not know if it would be better to look my death in the face
(red on white, the drops bounce)
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC