Bizarre voices have called
to me, a million times
and unfolding;
Yet I only like the way you say my name.
My name: anything but special—
Your mouth opens and it spills
Gold.
With so much
heartiness it bends
like water, suddenly
it’s a different mouth.
A different name.
Echoing as it holds us in tandem.
Since then I have moulded to you like
Wax. In some other space,
Two circling swans,
Two intertwining souls—
We’ve always been the same.
Call to me again and I’m completely
fragmented,
formed to the palm of your hands.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 4:17 AM UTC
Doubled over in a gown, she is fear
Pinching feeling in her stomach like its
Near
Grow, pierce, adhere.
Waiting, waiting for the fractured cries
To plunge through the skies like its
Alive—
Soon, it’s close, and cold, and her coffin
Breaths sound like rocking
Cradles in the light, the sound she hears
A lightyear away
An echo; a reminder
Of the pain, coming forth like a Grim reaper.
No preparation.
It comes like a curse. Loudly suffering, she goes into the
Height of it all, head heaving—
and heavy—
and hellish—
When it arrives like mountain dew
Wrinkled, a peeled grape
Cooing, bubbling
No zygote, nothing but Mary
Holding her child of Love;
Soft and sweet like sugar sheets.
Warped around a golden light
By then, she knew, she couldn’t go by the old name
It will have her tongue, her thumb, her thick time
Just like it had her tummy
Forevermore
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC
Triple the price was my neighbour
My inconsistent value punctures
Yesterday, my neighbour left this tiny cabin
And moved across the universe
My barks turned into wails, as
Angelina cleaned up after me
Wet dogs don’t go anywhere.
A filthy and bristled creature,
I am aware of my lottery ticket life
When will it be my turn? I watch this passerby film on repeat
Angelina will clean the glass today
Angelina will not clean me today
She brings in another couple whose
Loving demeanour I try to impersonate
Their penny gaze shoots past my cabin
Like a flickering flame. They kiss my other neighbour.
Kiss me
Kiss me
I don’t know you but I love you
Spare a glance, I’ll be good
They took him home, and I am a wet dog
Wet dogs don’t go anywhere
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC