If I didn’t know any better, I would say the light of the world Pours out of the wide whites of your eyes, And thunder is your belly-laugh bellow. You are category five chaos Giving me windfalls in my day. If I didn’t know any better, You just blow right on through Just for you, But it’s the seizure of my wrist into Oh, this – ah here – oh that! Door hinges revolt at the speed of this revolution, The sidewalks remember our favorite tread. You are a gale and a lee, You force me to be me.
pieces of me leave their marks in the snow hot and wet as they slip from cracks in my soul did you know that rain is just ice that burnt in the sky all this winter stardust was lucky to survive do you know
why my body is freezing and flaming at once lord please silence the beat of the drum that hiccups inside me and sets fire to my lungs your fingertips drift like summertime hummingbirds youre stood before me, yet gone why do i yearn
i wrote poems using inktober prompts. here's my favorite parts from day 11: snow
every smoking, electric chemical balled into coals burning red and hot white knuckles and eyes like swords sharp and blinding in the sun i light a match in the forest and he throws himself into me, inferno on his lips, in bared teeth
are we fighting? am i failing? to **** a dragon that's already killed me your breath is hot. your scales, rough, are calloused hands that grip my collar im breathless, but i havent thrown a punch i see you falter.
are we fighting? are you sure?
i wrote poems using inktober prompts. here's day 12: dragon
There were warning signs to beware, great walls you had to climb, more parcels inside, sealed with labeled reminders to handle with care. That a wrong cut of a wire could trigger explosives, that the place wasn't just fragile, it was also volatile.
There's a reason why from miles away you'd been told to keep your own distance. Why this wasn't just something you could happen to stumble upon, but a shipwreck, a paper town, a lost city you needed to find.
When it dawned upon you that this was not paradise, but a haunted cemetery of some kind, you snuck your way back to the hole you fell into; burning the place to the ground, like the ones who came before you.