Genevieve

Genevieve Mar 2019

Wail...
Ail...
Long lasting betrayal.
Something tangible that drills into you
like a nail.

Shame,
Blame,
long plateau without rain,
it seeks those better days,
those bitter days
that turn back time
in bitter ways.

Something in the room,
you feel it Breathe into the room,
why can't you Leave this little room,
this little doorknob
wedged with soot.
Can we end this on a better foot?

Genevieve Mar 2019

six thirty a.m.

write about the deep planes
of the woods on your back.

how peaceful the morning is,
the dawn begins to crack.

smooth chill ****** on my skin
to remind that i'm alive.

i wonder if the trees can feel it too;
that i'm alive.

are they crickets?
perhaps frogs?
calling me
between
the wet whisps of the wind
and morning fog?

Genevieve Mar 2019

hands-off

I watch the waves-
rolling by-
above my head.

"Does it hurt?"
Not at all.
I'm hardly dead.

My eyes focus
in on one
fish above me.

Mouth open wide,
when will you
see what I see?

The fact of the matter is I'm not awake.
Not right now, not with the breath I take.

Transfer one thought
and get lost in another.

See how fast the midnight flutters?
See how long the vultures take?
See what caused this ****** ache?

Trade in one soul, and keep it outside.
Take a deep breath, and open up wide.

Genevieve Mar 2019

made of dust, rock, and ice.

it's a taste test:
one, two, three.
simple as that.

it's a pre-made mess
that i can't see,
point where it's at.

i don't have my thoughts about me,
nor my senses,
nor Saturn's rings.

i can't have what i'm touching,
due expenses,
all hovering.

Genevieve Mar 2019

ten nails dig deep

i wish for you
to construe

a lie so glorious in it's details,
that doubt of reason all but fails.

to throw the truth (and it's ten nails,
ten nails dig deep, and thought prevails-
but not tonight, for Now is frail.)

into the cold,
this truth so bold,
****** right out onto it's side.

to know my piece
is to know defeat;
my one true loss
is your heartbeat.

Genevieve Mar 2019

a story to occupy my time

i've got to get out of this room.
i've got to get out of this skin,
and into another.

who will i be?
i could be anyone. who is it tonight?
who am i tonight?
and will i have the same skin
in the morning light?

what does it feel like to be me,
and who can i ask
to get an honest answer?
you suggest the mirror,
but do you understand the weight
that comes with that question?
do you understand the chains
that come with my obsession?

if i cough up blood, is it the blood of another?
if my mouth bleeds red, is red really my color?

don't lay down the truth
if the truth isn't ready to sleep,
and don't lay down your life
if you have no life to keep.

do i have a light to keep?
and have my teeth sunk in so deep?

i can't reap what i sow
if my arms are full with the burdens of others.
i can't enjoy my pleasures.
i'd like to know what tethers me down.
can i not just float away?

can my sweat be blood condensed
and drip into glasses dispensed
to my dearest friends?

if they drink it,
when they taste me,
will they understand?

goodnight.