you were my favourite metaphore

[this was day 5 of napowrimo] here’s what i remember: a broken hymn. throat of thunder. drops of jupiter in my eyes. a galactic revolution building in my chest. i woke with bits of andromeda stuck between my teeth, with your absence. helios ripe in my veins. body devouring shivers, tongue of honey lime: i …

a lesson in grief

[this was day 4 of escapril. prompt was: ghost.] summer always brings back an emptiness, an air of melancholy; nostalgia that suffocates me lying with my back on the sun-soaked poolside pressing myself flat, to dry out, to harden just like the ground beneath me: rough and unrelenting. i used to come to your house …

bruises on egos

[hi, kind of back? maybe? anyway, doing national poetry month this year. skipped most days last year so it wasn't worth posting. but i decided i should get to writing and this is a good month to do so. so enjoy the first one] breathing out i taste iron and kerosene, licking the back of …

a little crazed

[sorry i'm always kind of absent.] let me beam ontoyour planet, and we’ll warpout together—anywhere you likei just wantto exist between the spaceof our silencesin the no-words-neededcomfort zone of everytime you lowered your shields.

you’re my home

[sorry i haven't been present. life is hard, sometimes. a little too often.] your lips were a treatlike coffee for breakfastand nicotine for lunchyour touch too sweetfor my insomniaand your absence gnawsfor i have mired in every part of you.

my love, i birth your world

[ this is from day 17prompt: body as friend or foe ] look around, dear, i’m expandable:these paper doll veins, much too thin but they’re filled with passioncoloured in every type of ink thick legs and dainty feet, plantedmarching on sturdy words—a stone thrown across seawaterfull of life and dissolved saltno surrender within these tidesyet …

i bare my bones

[ this is from day 22prompt: nourishment ] i.i am an expired motorcoughing up null exchangesand living in the space between my teetha craft project snapping like twigsunderneath all these line breaksin your speech nine months in and i’m all mass no energy, counting courtship flowerslike the calories in breakfastjust for a touch of perfection“it’s …

i hope we are enough

[ this is from day 29prompt: may flowersbtw. sweet peas as in flowers, and muscari are flowers as well... just to clarify.] you give life to all things:to scentless blooms and lilliesof the valleyand i feel like a vulturewaiting for you to paintmy world with muscari brushesas we fall underneath scarlet skies into a bed …

everyone is wounded

[ this is from day 30prompt: catharsis. ] i wake up drunk from nightmareschildhood fears slither incutting me open: sharp angles, a mess of stemsspine crooked, wasted bones on a rotten heartand dregs of strangers crown mewith jade stones: queen of the wickedmind of the sullied speaking prayers behind their teeth trying to sabotage meunder …

everlasting beneath my fingertips

[ this is from day 2prompt: april showers ] this story belongs to dog-eared paperbacks to coffee stained newspapers, theatrical romance blogs ‘cause digging graves and falling in love feels the same in dawnlight roasting marshmallows and watching bonfire ruins of us: a bombed towni am a disaster, kissing with a tired tongue i tasted …