Spicy Digits

Spicy Digits Jun 10

Hello morning dew,
Hello hot tea,
Sweet pigeon chats,
Atop lemon tree.
Feet to keep warm.
Ears to hear the purrs.
Hello slow writings
Of song and whispers.
Good morning sun,
Miss you moon,
Hello smiling mirror
Hello winter cocoon.

#comfort #cold #june #rain

Spicy Digits Jun 9

Wins and Losses, ft. Solitude

All eyes narrowed on The One
Here comes the voting, voting
Tongues poised for validation,
Ever doting, devoting.

To keep us all in check, below,
The arena's set of old man lies, lies
Confidence overflows,undeserved
Them ego's high, so fight.

Dying slowly from lack of oxygen
Stench of fakery, faking
I've only ever wanted real connections
And for that I'm broken, breaking.

#social #hierarchy #friends #friendships #relationships #conversation

Spicy Digits May 30

Soiler of sacred shrouds

Unpicking the glue
Torching this torrid past
Peeling strings of false skin
Good morning baby iconoclast.

Watch her absorb the 'tut-tuts'
Drinking in the dislike,
These cold baths of solitude
Grow a **** anti-christ.

Spicy Digits May 30

Spirit blob

Radical to care
Radical in passion
Radical non-profit
Misplaced compassion
Radical aesthetics
Radical slowing
Purposeful rejection
Radical self-knowing
Beautiful cadence
Radical restarts
Radical for existing?
Radical, my ****.

Spicy Digits May 27

Midnight Panacea

Tiptoeing past the cemetery
Barefoot and free
The 1am beckoning hour
When I am no longer me

Draped in midnight hues
Unshackling of roles,
My body glides in sacred silence
As a piece of the whole

Leave your lamp on,
String lights, windchimes
My pain will wander quietly through
Returning at half-light

And when everyone wakes
I hold on again til night
And tiptoe past the cemetery
Away from the streetlights.

#pain #trauma #peace #alone #quiet #silence #soul #stillness #night #beauty

Spicy Digits May 23

Pre-excision

I missed her.
I did not mean to lose her.
I barely knew she existed
To begin with.

I remember her curiosity.
What makes people laugh?
Who is lying?
Who is fragile and sad?

She was erased
And I learned to be perfect,
But remained invisible.

I spent years as a husk.
I learned to die
Over and over again.

I barely knew she existed.

Even now, she is only
A faint outline.
But we are in touch
Every so often.

Spicy Digits May 22

Some/day/

I'll see you next someday,
Passive but free,
I'll meet you where the
Clouds turn to trees.

I'll see you next someday,
Wearing naked honesty,
I'll meet you deep in the
Wastelands of tranquility.