Kimball

Kimball May 2020

Hunter

"I've been
hunting
for you."
I took
this for
flattery
instead
of the
true life-threatening
statement that it was
with a
mind warped
from endless
gaslighting
and disappointment
and lowly
expectations that
women are
meant to own,
I swallowed
threat as
compliment.
Threat upon
my mind,
my body,
my soul,
asking me
to leave
behind
all three
to be devoured,
to satiate
the man.
To leave
behind
all three
because they were not
mine to own.
To leave behind
all three,
to be the
hollow beautiful
sack that
men want
to own.

#prey

Kimball May 2020

River

I'm currently knee deep in the river of my life.
This past year I was entirely underwater.
I needed air, but I hate to be so shallow.
I like to feel the currents run through me.
I love to hear the loud silence of the water.
I am starting to sunburn and craving immersion.
I don't know how to breathe in the deep,
but at the same time, I can't imagine life without it.

Kimball May 2020

A Suggestion

It was suggested that
I write poetry.
It flows out of me
in spits and spasms.
It is not an elegant
cascade of the senses.
It is as if I am
slowly rebuilding a dam.
It is as if I want
to build a wall so high
it surrounds me entirely,
it swallows me whole.
I suppose that is why
it was suggested that
I wrote poetry.

#poetry #aboutpoetry

Kimball May 2020

these little birds

Within my mind, these little birds
fly around, nesting and living.
When one of them decides it's their
time to go,
they come up to the window.
They sit upon the sill and
patiently wait to be noticed.
Once our gazes meet, they
begin their final song, asking me
to memorialize them, their lives
into words and lines.
When they've sung their final breath and
all is done, they fly away
for good and float on.

#poetryaboutpoetry #birds #peacefuldeath

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