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voiDce Apr 20
we take turns reading to each other in bed
he looks up at me, unmoving
with wonder in his eyes as if i hold the sun
and ive never felt more warm
more impossible

theres a place in his heart
where the good people live
and i can only hope, one day
in a house full of flowers
surrounded by the smell of good cooking
we can make a new home

he pulls the glasses from my face
(i look stupid)
(you look beautiful)
he pins me to the mattress
and i wonder if this is what it means
to be wholly and truly in love
voiDce Jul 2018
tight chest, thin lungs
a furious voice run ragged
(too high, too soft, too familiar)

words thrown like knives
demanding recognition

"see me, im here
why wont you see me?"

bright cheeks and burning ears
deaf to an indictment centuries old
and a name begging to be put to rest

fifteen and fearful
they wont see you
theyll claim you died

"oh, may she rest in peace
a daughter, we lost our daughter"

and they wont see you
but they dont need to

fifteen and fearful
a future lies just out of reach.
in honor of pride month, and in spite of the world
voiDce Jul 2018
deep under the skin, theres bitterness

memories, missing
history, missing
a whole childhood, missing

from the mind, but not the body
not the soul

scars and blemishes
a special brand of pain
say "he was here."

and the disgust, not a memory
but a reminder

and still, the occasional
dreams of something
just on the wrong side of familiar

bruises deepen and learn to speak
they beg for sleep

but nothing good is found behind closed eyes

only the ghost of something
just on the wrong side of familiar
voiDce Mar 2018
warmth turns to fire that burns itself out as quickly as it sparks
and were left surrounded by ashes as uncomfortable as they are disorienting

samsara, i guess
a cycle of life and death and new beginnings

we find new people
new hands
new strings to twist together as we try to make something beautiful again

the new hands are stronger than you
braver than you
more curious than you

and they do a hell of a lot more to make it warm again than you

but ill still miss how your hands were
kind

his are brutal, but they get the job done
just fine
voiDce Feb 2018
unexpected and uninvited,
i am reborn at boiling point

with his nose pressed into the dip of my neck
(like it never plans to leave)
he breathes me in
(like im something to cherish)
the tips of his fingers burn deep across my spine, slow
(like the steady flow of lava)

alight with fire and
unbidden, the thought comes:

"ill never feel cold again
for as long as he stays."
voiDce Jan 2018
"...warm."
"you too."

and i cracked,
like thin sheets of ice when you press their center
sharp whispers splinter
under my skin and through my veins

his breath,
soft on my neck, melts the confused corners away
and suddenly i am whole again

but malleable, fluid, and free
voiDce Aug 2017
there are flavors that you never forget,

like

soft with straight edges,
chemical and burning
bright white like waking up for the first time--
making a home in the back of your throat,

through your nose,
in your teeth,
on your gums,
behind your eyes.

there are flavors that you never forget.
three years, but i can still taste it
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