Self-inflicted sterile, so my beauty is just a fairy glamour. I feel safer. Stranger, I will never bear your tainted legacy no matter how firm you insistently thrust. Assail me with your crooked mast. Breach my jetty. I may crumble and bleed but I will not die by your parasitic hand in all the days…
Volcanic ash brings forth life: fertile for green grass, but I am the obsidian shard wedged in the slope, sharp glass cooled too fast. Heat rushes from me like undulating fog storming into the ground beneath my high heel. I poke holes in the growth and laugh. See the reflection of what you used to…
A cave that seems a stone’s throw wide feels safe, a haven from searching storms, until curious children hear the clatter of the chasm paddle-pressing the pebbles down a flat scale, descending to a baritone staccato echo only a wraith hidden in mist could purr. Hours pass until a hollow plop unveils the dark rippling…
It was nice in the dark with fabric softener filling my breath and the quiet with snuggles, self-soothing like my momma taught me when I'd scream for company. I learned to love the silken dark both warm and cold because it was safe and never confronted my comfort with expectations. But I was left without…
TW: sexual assault His gaze appraises her meat seems quite sweet: apple butter stirred out of the sun in steady shade at 70 degrees all year 'round. Undamaged, well-preserved for his eyes, His eyes, because other men are not visible in the vicinity. Her eyes dance wildly away from his, but her view doesn't matter:…
Dragging arms under shadows of cedars, the string-torn marionette finds comfort in the darkness of webbed branches blocking lunar spotlights from shouting her position: here, knee inverted like a bird, there, arm twisted behind back, now, neck at ninety degrees, then, spine stretched under split legs. But all the pain of twisted threads is worth…
Come my love to the roots where snakes dance. Legless muscles wrap scales in circles across pine bark, scratching the imagined itch that has nothing to do with skin. They wait for nymphs to skip blissfully by, ignorant of danger then swing from branches high-attained and snap fangs into fur scalps soft on slippery tongues.…
Fog deep by dawn shrouds gold sun in amethyst rugs. She flourishes through wintry air smatterings of loose threads that weave with hoarfrost crystals to tapestry the Anemoi visible to mind and vexed skin. Toffee sighs blow. Non-finalist entry in this contest: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2831195-National-Poetry-Month-April-30th-noguestI will fully admit, there doesn't seem to be much going on here…
Lay me upon rhododendrons burgundy with blood long ago spilled by my grandmother’s knees on flowerbed bricks, on kitchen linoleum, on hospital bed rails. Lay me upon weeping azaleas and day (deprived) lilies holding the final strands of her hair within their roots. I will celebrate her life at the last with their death, for…
Shrub roses raspberry and spiderwortpurple by the locked garden gateonce colored rainbow our irises, but since my sentence started, I find smiling buds distasteful.I don't want to spit on their blooms,but dark clouds close in like wallssuffocating my view. It’s possible I could let the sunshine in…through fence picket prison bars.Tunnel vision was fated by…
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