inexplicable. the heavy empty creeps back in devouring keenly eyes taking everything un-listening. for the longest time i thought silence was gold until i learnt aloof meant to be adored so i adorned myself with empty things surrounded myself with empty beings and learnt that haunted houses were nothing more than empty buildings. still the […]
self respect is hard when his voice reaches out and my mind embraces his phantom warmth Limbs tangled with his memory weight / (wait!) that brings fourth very real palpitations. I wanted to love him Once, when the starlight was young his roguish smile was So very beautiful I know he wanted to love Me […]
I want Long love letters Written by hand Sent out to see An epic journey Through time and space That I may open Enveloped in sentences, Transported scents Returned to a moment By a long distance lover Who once too Touched me. (4.C.S.2016.10.15)
I saw the shades that captured fae fairytales that divided Loss controlled By hearts that devoured Conquering flames Like passion bridled Past the point of consumption. I was taught that good girls Always smiled, Knew better but never told Never argued, Never changed. How could I have known At 17 what was and wouldn’t be […]
in the warmth of August, anticipatory shivers erupted across my molten skin. he was a sinfire shot in tacky board shorts with his orange long board recklessly held. the first time we spoke, that simple hi rearranged my life i understood then what people meant when they said “fate”. he held my hand with an […]
Being sick in October is a riptide of sensations. Simultaneously hot — fevered observations of wind blowing through leaves trembling — and cold. Too cold. Chills that cut through layers of hoodies And fluffy blankets that do nothing Except turn me into a spit-roast, and my coffees and teas into melted glaciers— left overly long. Trapped heat from my […]
One (+ 2000 + 4) Charlotte, aged thirteen, Wore lots of black. Wrote poems On a window ledge. Two (Thousand 7) The boy who stole the Moon, made the Sun seem dim. He Didn’t love me back. Three (months Before) Wind, sand, surf, skim boards: Summer lover turned anchor, My sunken treasure. Four (years ago) I carried the sand […]
nobody’s asked me “are you OK?” in a while. perhaps the more pertinent question might’ve been “how OK are you?” my demons lie dormant in the spaces negated by fingertips painting shelters and doors i set aside divining rods cast my shadows into an abyss of light. didn’t banish the monster the monster learnt to slide […]
a muse amuses a muse’s muse a musing bemusing, bemusement be musing bemused, a m u s i n g ends.
You are beautiful In the abstract kind of way Some people don’t get.