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in the light of
church windows he
wraps his hand
in a grey cloth
like a mummy forgetting
his home address
and sleeping in
pews instead of
a sarcophagus
eyes dry and lips
bending into a familiar
bible reading
i write the verses
on my knees
so i can find them
again
when i need them
his skin breaks
and water rushes
pushing rocks like
beetles to the ground
and then he tumbles
and i wonder who
his heaven is.
church windows he
wraps his hand
in a grey cloth
like a mummy forgetting
his home address
and sleeping in
pews instead of
a sarcophagus
eyes dry and lips
bending into a familiar
bible reading
i write the verses
on my knees
so i can find them
again
when i need them
his skin breaks
and water rushes
pushing rocks like
beetles to the ground
and then he tumbles
and i wonder who
his heaven is.
Literature
ocean lungs
you weigh something like gravity
in my tired expanse. you are
sand;
(my once splendid mountain)
my love is the ocean
that has worn you down.
with my monstrous tongue,
i pulled you in.
as you fall,
sweeping peacefully into the depths
and filling each crevice,
i am learning to inhale shores.
some would say i'm suffocating
and bring me buckets of air (only to have it
escape my slippery grip).
no, the tides need something heavy
to make of her
a home.
Literature
Paper-Thin Promises
the first time I caught sight of your
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statu
Literature
Passing Ships
It was just like you to show up late. Honestly, it was just like you. It was the hottest day of the year so far and every green space was full of people trying to get their fix. Daylight junkies. When you live beneath grey clouds for most of your life it starts to take its toll and you take your highs where you can get them.
I was a bundle of nerves, as I always was when it came to you, picking at grass and trying to pretend that the fact you were late was totally cool. Instinct told me differently and I knew as soon as you graced me with your presence that things had changed. It was written all over your face - guilt, guilt, guilt - but I w
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This is a really thought-provoking piece - the ending is so poignant.
I love the second stanza, there's some really strong imagery there. ♥
I love the second stanza, there's some really strong imagery there. ♥