Sarah Michelle

Sarah Michelle Mar 2014

Warm water turned cold

by winter's flair, And the memory

is still there

folding like its own waves. Hear blood rushing in your ear,

the memory speaks

to you through conch shell. Its sussurus

sounds blue, warm black,

hues of a silvery orange, gold green. And when you step

in the water you think of

the way it had reflected your gleeful posture. The way everyone

advanced on the

translucent blue with texture like crumpled paper. When ice

did not threaten your toes

but instead gave all limbs flight. All this

undefinable like jazz...

I tried to make the flow like waves, how they slowly come forward, pull back immediately when reaching the shore (and swiftly), then repeat. An endless cycle.

#water #nostalgia #skin #ocean #sea #cold #freezing #numb #memory

Sarah Michelle Mar 2014

Resolution

I tend to

Hope something can be done

as if nothing will ever be done

Wishing

I could've gotten something done

as if I've hibernated for the 15th year in a row.

I'm wishing

Wishing

Wishing

I would just die

as if believing that I may as well.

Personal.

#new #years #being #productive

Sarah Michelle Mar 2014

Lamplight

You shine on us,
Sound creature
Mood creator.

A person must not get too close—
you're a crush, bright with
infatuated attraction, and we
are the most disgusting moths.
The ones that die first
out of weakness
and lay crumbling like old bones

We are
Japanese Oak-Silk
Hairy tree trunks with willow antennas
“Hear me roar,” we all say
the overused thought
aloud
Each whispering it in the curve of your ear
all the while not knowing
one of our own species
from another.

We crowd you, don't we?
Our six little legs climb your cream-colored lampshade
And our little goblin hands suffocate you
You are his crush, and hers too.

The whole clan lands on your bulb
kisses it, crawls and snuggles up against it.
Gallons of moths surround you
fly around you
Pestering...
Pestering

Pestering—pestering.

You shine back at us,
pig.
We all bump into each other
because you shine on us,
you blind us.

#love #obsession #light

Sarah Michelle Mar 2014

In Robes and Crown Jewels

Expertly deprived of sleep,
the King slithers across a
safehouse living room, robes
tracing a circle.
His salutations are dead.
His peasants come apart from him.
They don't
understand, but they like to think
They do.
He is “working toward
Improving the lifestyle of many, and to
give the people the privilege of...”
Yet he is not,
But let us pay loyalty for his prize,
For it's a red apple
which pushes him forth on the blood-red Carpet
of Vain—he takes a bite,
and this is how he must live his life
In order to live.

The city is his sanctuary
A place to abscond
When he starts to wonder, “Does the
world deserve
to have my conscious body, the way
that they do?”
The King whispers this lamentably.

#story #king #kingdom #contemplation

Sarah Michelle Mar 2014

Acai

It's taken me three years to grow.

It will take me three years to grow more.

I look to both with despair

and dried, thorny branches.

Save me.

Coat me in chocolate and sell me for a price

unlike most products,

Sell me to my soul so that she may taste

What I've become

(Or what I will be,

I do not know which.)

And let her know that the juice of this bruise-purple thing

was hatched from the eggs of

Hot

Blood,

burning as limes do.

Tell my soul to ready her buds for a special meeting.

Teach her to chew fire just so

when the two of us collide, soul and berry,

she won't burn to death

Starting at the gums. Ending with the heart.

We'll meet, finally, in three years long as a field,

at a warehouse store.

We'll come together on the way home.

Personal.

#acai #berries #price #sold

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