wren - Hello Poetry

wren Dec 2024

his spiteful talons push against my throat
the suffocating headlock makes my vision dance
a soothing, soft melody erupts behind my eardrums
i am not to speak the words climbing my esophagus
contain it, lock it deep down
air, the sweet relief of air
now a mystery
i collapse to the floor
blood spitting
down my face
who am i if i can be silenced this easily?

wren Dec 2024

she gets closer

the effortless, careless whisper of death mumbles in my ear
“the clock is ticking”
it rings and rattles through my bones
tick, tock, tick, tock

wren Dec 2024

t h e . w a y s . i . m i s s . y o u

p l e a s e . s T o p . t e a s i n g . m e
n o . n o t . y o u . t H o u g h
i m . b E g g i n g . t h e . w o r l d . t o . g i v e . m e . m e r c y

b e i n g . a . b i r d . s t o W e d . i n . a . c a g e
i t s . g e t t i n g . r e A l l y . ******* i n g . t i r i n g
a l l . t o . d o . d u r i n g . t h i s . h a r s h . t Y r a n n y
i s . w a i l . u n t i l . s o m e o n e . f e e d S . m e

w h y . w o n t . y o u . i m I t a t e . m y . p l e a d s

d r o w n i n g . i n . t h i s . d r e a M .
t h a t . i . w I s h . w a s . y o u
b e c a u s e . y o u . a r e . s t i l l . h e r e . p h y S i c a l l y
j u S t . n o t . w i t h . m e

i . s e e . y o u . i n . t h e . p e o n Y . f l o w e r s
t h a t . g r O w . i n . m y . y a r d
s u r r o U n d i n g . m e . e n d l e s s l y

this writing style is so fun

wren Dec 2024

made no matter what

my hands are made to build cities
my lips are made to stay shut
my eyes are made to watch carefully
my veins are made to carry others hardships
my legs are made to run from struggle

my soul is made to weep
my mind is made to ache
my heart is made to not stop beating

no matter what

wren Dec 2024

too much blood

there is too much blood in my veins
but im not entirely sure it’s all blood
there seems to be another ingredient

why do i constantly feel pain
like the pressure
needs to be drained

so ill skin myself alive and let it flow out
there are no longer restraints
no skin holding my contents together

i simply cannot function
because there is too much blood in my veins
and it runs thick and heavy

wren Dec 2024

grief

i can say that i remember her
but i dont think i do
the sweet sentences that replay in my head
are now voiceless, replaced by dread
because i feel the memories floating away from my grasp
but while fleeing
they leave behind a virus, which rots inside my being
grief

wren Dec 2024

a deadname is dead for a reason

a deadname is not just a name
it is a person that you want to forget
that person lived the most tragic life
and that person died the most tragic death

“deadname, deadname!!”
the people all shout
but that persons gone, finding their own way about

instead, they were replaced by another
with a more comfortable smiling face
who will follow their own lead
and can be who they want to be

my deadname does not represent ME.

#nonbinary #transgender #deadname #lgbtq #pride