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There are drops of blood
On my bed sheets again.
I explore my arms in the
Moonlight, finding the
Small,
Crooked tears.
The nightmares are
Frequent, a mix of old familiars
And new, fresh
Fear.
Each time, I try to claw
The frightened part out,
Trying to separate myself
With small,
Blunted nails.
They're just strong enough
To open me to
The stifling air.
I clean myself in the bathroom,
My red-rusting fingers,
The small rips in my skin.
And then I go back to bed,
Wrapping myself in blankets.
I lie in the dark,
Wide-eyed,
And forbid myself to sleep.
Grey breaks over my
Windowsill,
The beginnings of the
New day,
And I'm safe.
Finally safe.
On my bed sheets again.
I explore my arms in the
Moonlight, finding the
Small,
Crooked tears.
The nightmares are
Frequent, a mix of old familiars
And new, fresh
Fear.
Each time, I try to claw
The frightened part out,
Trying to separate myself
With small,
Blunted nails.
They're just strong enough
To open me to
The stifling air.
I clean myself in the bathroom,
My red-rusting fingers,
The small rips in my skin.
And then I go back to bed,
Wrapping myself in blankets.
I lie in the dark,
Wide-eyed,
And forbid myself to sleep.
Grey breaks over my
Windowsill,
The beginnings of the
New day,
And I'm safe.
Finally safe.
Literature
Turn my words against me.
I want my words to take
root in your stomach and grow
up your esophagus, the calyx
of your tongue brushing the edge
of your teeth until the words blossom
from your lips in a slow
explosion of elegance, jawline
trickled with nectar, charming
hummingbirds and honeybees
with the promise of butterfly kisses.
Literature
Underappreciated
A moth is beautiful
but none choose to praise it.
Instead, monarchs flutter, and suddenly,
twenty-four lines are written about how
its amber coloring
reminds you of autumn's heartbreaks
and winter's futile approach, seizing
the broken vessel you tried to tape
together, but to no avail;
its black outline
reminds you of the eyeliner she wore
day after day, all perfect and pristine,
until one day,
you found her among rosebushes & lilacs
crying out "Why does it always rain?"
Where is her sun?
its slender antennae
reminds you of stilts, splintery and all,
Literature
Finger-Length
the space between us
becomes further and further,
as you drive your motorcycle
along the coastline -
your body shielded by your
leather jacket;
your unshaven chin caressed by
the wavering hands of the spring.
you pass an empty church,
filling with the stinging, soulless
curse of saltwater
(like my heart filling with despair.)
the deathless gods
attempt to undress my mind of
images of your handsome face,
(it does not work…)
and the mortal men ignore
my pleas and search for you.
once finger-length apart,
lying on the sand,
the sea nibbling at our toes –
now,
the distance increases,
and lying on the cold g
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One of my medications causes me to have a higher probability of having nightmares. I never respond well.
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