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Mark Boschi Apr 30
my bedroom/airports/empty reception rooms/anywhere at 2 am
vacant parking lots
hospitals at midnight
museum waiting lines in the early morning
schools during break
late night supermarket runs
waiting for the bus at 5 am
walking down the cobblestone streets at 6 am
gas stations at dawn
unfamiliar McDonalds on long road trips

their buzzing electricity is my alternate reality. stretching across my view with reckless abandon.
day 20 - liminal spaces
Mark Boschi Apr 20
i **** on the patch of swollen purple on my thigh
pick the scabs my wounds formed
and dance around the beast's smoke

sometimes, i scream at him
tell him to leave
but he always screams louder

i need to bury him anyway
enfold him in the land of past selves and bad habits
and when i do
the light will pour in
as my heart grows golden roots
and the choir sings a chorus of release
while my body sways along

Mark Boschi Apr 19
these eyes (curiosity dipped into hazel) are the windows that give me insight
this skin (etched in spots and stretch marks) is the roof that keeps me guarded
these limbs (strapping and heavy) is the concrete that keeps me standing

i have tried renting it out
praying that a stranger could tend to the cracked walls so i no longer had to
or packing up my things and leaving it abandoned
in hopes that it wouldn't be a part of me anymore

this body
is the only home i grew up in;
calling it such leaves a sour taste to my tongue
a tightrope knot in my chest
and yet, this frame will always be the place i have to live in
this i can't deny

and so i will fix the squeaky floors,
dust off the shelves,
and water the soil
until that sour taste
finally leaves my tongue

Mark Boschi
day 18 - home
Mark Boschi Apr 17
why, oh why
do you rebel against me?
for i heal every last one of your cuts and bruises
without asking for your permission;

why, oh why
do you punish me?
for i stick by your side
in spite of all the abuse you put me through;

on the days you do not want me,
(call me "vile" and "atrocious")
and on the days that you do
(call me "magnificent" and "divine") —
i will turn your bones into kindling
and run your cracks into lacquered gold

i will always be here
to keep you breathing
day 17: if my body could speak:

prompt: body as a friend (or foe?)
Mark Boschi Apr 16
the boy with tousled black hair met my gaze and cocked his head to the side. "come here", he mouthed with a grin that allowed his fangs, sharp and glinting, to come into view. they were like diamonds and i was a lapidary, fueled to engrave him into my memory. the other boy beside him was too busy placing kisses all over his pale neck to notice i had moved closer. eventually, he stopped. his silver eyes flashed into mine, and his lips barked a kind of laughter that brought a slick of sweat to my palms. "Claudius, who is this?"
Claudius stood up, his voice mocking. "our appetizer."
the urge to run kicked me to the stomach, but my feet couldn't sprint quick enough.
he pierced his fangs into my neck, and i drifted.
day 16 - any dreams?

wrote a short story (not a poem!) based off a dream i had two nights ago.
Mark Boschi Apr 13
the hazy moon dipped into silver
the glinting stars sank into gold,
and it was as if you were plucked from the pool of darkness
and plunged into the face of the earth

the constellations on your celestial body
the supernova glow of your being
is the starlight everyone needs
day 13 - celestial bodies

this one is dedicated to my baby niece.
Mark Boschi Apr 12
the secrets you want to keep veiled
the words you wish you had said
are hidden away in junk drawers, dusty cupboards, bulging closets

tell them that is safe here
tell them to step into the bright sun
tell them of the sanctuary that is a lover's gentle fold

we await them
day 12 - Spring Cleaning
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