Vanessa Gatley

Vanessa Gatley Aug 2021

Gold throat

My trachea
Seems to be gold thread
Cords are glitter and
Wash down
Food
Sludge

Vanessa Gatley Aug 2021

My breast is like a rose
But ****** is like sunflower
Smaller and nectar is black

Vanessa Gatley Aug 2021

Lungs heart

My lungs are like oceans
Parted by my stomach
My heart is conch shell
Calls to my lungs to
Crate a wave of relief
When I need it most

Vanessa Gatley Aug 2021

You see my aorta
Has wings that close up in night
Open in the day

Vanessa Gatley Aug 2021

When he tries touch me
He will ***** my cactus
Fingers
They filled with temporary poison
Numb his hands

Vanessa Gatley Aug 2021

This boom box is
Not typical
It's my heart that vibrates along the music
Playing
Loud

Vanessa Gatley Aug 2021

My heart like helium balloon
It's filled with special air
It hovers in it's cage