night-bloomer – Mecca-Amirah Jackson

bitter tears

August 15, 2022August 8, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

i’ve been neglecting you, claiming that your needsshould be met, before mine, before there’s, before his; i should have explained to you i was overwhelmed, that i was terrified to askfor help or even proclaim that i’m not fine.were the tears bitter when you wept? frozen on your cheeks like sand, would it have hurt [...]

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why do you push me away?

August 7, 2022September 14, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

why do you push me away?water chases secrets down my arms, andi knot your sighs into my hair like ribbons. your words were honey on my lips, sticky kisses, oh, so easily i get distracted .you were the trees that waved in the silence. you were the river that fought back. you are the weeds [...]

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unrequited love

August 3, 2022July 25, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

unrequited love is a disease. it eats at me, ravages me.i am no longer me when the waves hit me. i am slumbered beneath the sea. i am in mourning. i am a tree that has lost its leaves. the autumn of my life, i must salvage what is left; i will replant in the [...]

night-bloomer, Poetry

granny smith apples

July 29, 2022July 25, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

granny smith apples never tasted sweet to me. tart. dangerous. i bite down; the crisp crack rubbing against my teeth. eve never deserved a death wish. lilith planted a garden of strength and adam ripped out every flower in haste. seas were saltier when lilith birthed millions of screams and swallowed a million deaths. mourning [...]

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agoraphobia

July 24, 2022July 23, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

purple paint with a white trim, weighs heavy on thethin walls. kernels of stucco cannot muffle the flush of yawning pipes.i was a prisoner in this “room,” but i left the cell doors wide open.i held the keys in my grip as i rocked myself to sleep.i drew trees and vines on my wall. like [...]