journal

She’s trying to cut you down, Angel

Your hair is rope thick and earth-colored
Your body is soft and shaped by the Gods
Your hands were made for healing
Don’t forget this.

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Your Body Is Your Home. Don’t Burn It Down

I.
What happens when the foundation gives in heaves?
I do not want to die
But she who must go on does not feel the same
She shakes
& I can feel her skin blue
I am no longer living in this body

II.
Where do I run when the fire starts?
The smoke consumes me
My first & last thoughts are always of you.

Unwanted

Clovers grow in my heart where you used to heal me
Now fairy rings in the ground
Empty, hollow enclosures
the rejected “I love yous” pile up in the backseat of our car
like heavy snow
I need you so close
It’s a bargain of breath I need
Your skin against mine
To make this day in & day out worthwhile

M.N.R.R

It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
When I pass New Rochelle
I almost felt as if the train slows down
Just to let me know

“I’m leaving you again.”
You’re leaving me again.