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 Feb 2018 blaise
Dani
Why I March
 Feb 2018 blaise
Dani
Before the thunder coats my lungs I whisper soft

The storm is a cacophony of pink that flows between slow and stop.
In every direction, pointed hats and sharp signs
stinging words and biting looks
phrases dotted with peaches and comb-overs
hardened women fiercer than the surging wind.

I had never imagined feeling so powerful until
50,000 women
and men and nonbinary friends
engulfed my senses in magenta and bubblegum
and lightning struck 100,000 times in the space of two blocks.
 Apr 2017 blaise
h b r
you were the only thing
i wanted
no
to be wanted by you was
the only thing
i wanted

do you remember
when we hung like bats from the ceiling of
the lowest room in my house
you cast shadows across my
arms
pulled the nails from
my hands
stripped the skin from my arms
plucked my bones out and
watched my veins fray like wires

it hurt
it hurt and it felt like love

and then we were separated by
seven seas by
shallow forests by
melting ice caps by
dark blueish time

i was one thousand years from
you as you snapped up anything sweet
and in reach
i was suspended in the air
with three hundred other passengers
and not a single one knew
what was running racing pulsing
through my head
i was burning but there was something cold
and wet on my face
i was cracked wide open
crumpled right outside your door

then came the truth
and other things that hurt
that's all i want to say about that

but i'll always feel like
i didn't try hard enough
that it was me not you
that itcouldhaveworkedicouldhavemadeitwork

i think maybe i didn't want to
be enough
i wanted to be yours

— The End —