night-bloomer – Mecca-Amirah Jackson

green world

February 19, 2022February 14, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

green world to earn my love is to walk with caution. one false move and i’ll sp ir al. cascading dreams were never meant for me. the green world never welcomed me. shuttering eyes and puck’s lies, is oberon’s promise to titania null and void once she fucked an ass? slippery slopes and a diamond [...]

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buttermilk tresses

February 17, 2022February 14, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

buttermilk tresses you were the buttermilk tresses underneath a nestof black rot. a pretty, pale face atop a map of speed bumps and landmines. love like yours should come with a warning sign. you were once mine but now, you are not. will that perfume you always spray conceal the rot? https://www.amazon.com/night-bloomer-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1670486699/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1643590452&refinements=p_27%3AMecca-Amirah+Jackson&s=books&sr=1-2&text=Mecca-Amirah+Jackson

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el dorado

February 15, 2022January 31, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

el dorado a hammer to loose leaf, you treaded in the mysterious pool of me. you marveled at my beauty. how long you lingered on my curves and smile. you sank down and swallowed me.i was swift when i surrounded you, almost like lightening when i retreated. you brought a map when you discovered how [...]

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medulla oblongata

February 13, 2022January 31, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

medulla oblongata could you ever forgive me if i told you all the liesi weaved were truths? i told you i hated you; your essence, your being, the way you close your eyes when you dream big, but i was lying–in my lazy pursuit to erase you from my medulla oblongata. you were too much [...]

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a jar of spilled honey

February 10, 2022January 31, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

a jar of spilled honey a wide, open mouth crowded with big, shiny white teeth; were you thinking i was describing me? how arrogant, how quickly you assume the worst. damn me, for loving myself. damn you, for envying the way my visage shifts and shines when i cry. i am like the statue inthe [...]