there's dark above me.
my hands near what I think is a hedge—
rigid, cardboard.
beneath me is a bed, I assume.
seeing nothing with my erratic pupils—
more glossy each time I click left and right.
manufactured by openvault limited,
held by hands,
moved to my home.
rough lace on my dress.
grit on my flush face.
someone opens the box,
looks,
then discards me again
in the rain.
I wonder:
how does rain feel when it's on your bare skin,
something so involuntary and persistent.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 6:03 PM UTC
Summer sun rises high,
mocking grin—
teasing, calling me
to flirt with temptation again.
You come near:
a hint of vanilla
on your skin,
your sundress flowing
in the breeze.
My heart is yours—
do with it as you please.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 6:02 PM UTC
Sometimes you have to cut the cord
You feel and see something good
Pouring your heart and everything
Into something thats not meant to be
You want to come back to it
But realize its bad now feeling reject
It might be worse feelings of acceptance fade away
Trying to get along while resentment that's buried begins to surface
Focus on what your passionate about
Things that make you better
Things you need not want since its draining your spirit
Things that help your soul grow be a better person
Help yourself so you can help others
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 6:02 PM UTC
I stood in a shadowed dream
A mirror held my face' disdain
Carved in skin like butter and cream
and movement held still in pain
So the song from a shore afar
Sang the rhyme of a travelers store
The things he sold were from a star
And lost naught he gave before
The lion prides his mane on high
The tiger gloats its quiet stripes
I don't bother with troubled sigh
for scars in skin that bear no gripes
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC
Warm sunrays enlightens the garden
The daisy bush captures her vision
They welcome her softly
Subtly.....
With their milky velvet petals
Swaying to the delicate melodic winds
From a short distance. ....
Gestures her to come closer
She saunters along the emerald grass
As her lily white cottoned dress
Trails....
towards their prestine presence....
Alas....
With hands outstretched
She grabs hold of them in bunches
Inhaling pleasant soothing scents
Inviting her into a warm embrace
As if to say
"your welcomed with grace..."
They nestled into her bosoms
Releasing natures comforts
She smiles.....
from the peace it bestows ..
To her tender heart.
Copyright Afeisha Ifill-Wright 2026
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC