she is the praying mantis to my praying hands
her nails dig underneath my ribcage
she eats the parts that pray
i keep a record of my suffering
dreaming of an asteroid
a terrible heaven moves in the way she walks
stars burn through me like white phosphorus
her mark stays longer than bone
the idea always comes back to me
i belong to her completely
forever hers
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 3:42 PM UTC
honesty cracks the mirror
not asking, just appearing
truth, the edge of broken glass
light on the skin
but already drawing a blue that doesn't clot
cut skin
i spill blue
my wounds are the colour of frostbite not roses
a mirror that learned to hold two faces at once
by breaking cleanly down the middle
the shadow wraps the sharpest corner
the koi swims through the hum of a dying fridge
the frost that lives inside me
colder than before
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 9:38 PM UTC