A Gaping Wound
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Read Morehow Long?
How Long? – Mecca-Amirah Jackson How many times will I curl up and try to disappear? How many more nights of begging for answers? Loneliness ripping through me like riptides; im clinging on for dear life. Haven’t thought of ending it in a while but standing before the truth, alone, God it makes me question […]
Read Moreunder lock and Key
Under Lock and Key – 9/28/2020 some days i miss you enough for three—some days i turn to my phone just to touch the letters of your name. my soul aches for you—it’s lonely and this everlasting winter needs to come to an end. i’m weary but I am still standing. but there needs to be […]
Read Morea boy, in my bed
a boy, in my bed – 9/21/2020 i write this for you, who may be wondering why despite the hours settled in the sheets of my bed, you left with nothing but the conversations we shared playing back in your head. you see, intimacy is more than skin–it’s the exchange of breath, the sighs, the […]
Read MoreThis isn’t love (love does not take from you)
This isn’t love (love does not take from you)- 9/15/2020 you say this is love, tears mingling with your pleas. skin pale, teeth rotting from decay; how can you call this love when it drains you? robs you of joy and leaves you with nothing but scraps to keep warm? you deserve a feast […]
Read Moreshe was nothing like me.
she was nothing like me. // pages 34-35 she was nothing like me. she was nothing like me–everything that wasn’t me.i’m not sure if i’m sobbing or screaming. |thinner than me. smaller. softer. paler. | she brought out the worst in me. a side of me i rarely see.rarely let breathe. and now, she’s all […]
Read Morebury me
bury me -sept 5/2020 bury my emotions, so deep, you can’t see the tops of my feet. bury me, bury me, deep. i don’t want them to hear my screams. bury me, until they see, that this was more than a cry for help; i came to you for shelter but you turned your cheek. […]
Read Morenight-vision
night-vision the chill of the night against the heat of your skin, i shudder in pleasure. i moan in impatience. you’ve been occupying my thoughts, my mind for hours now, skip the foreplay and just fuck me. humanity wore down, grounded into dust, i lost control–i’m unruly. shattering in your arms, i burry my cries in […]
Read Morea dance(why do i feel so lonely?)
a dance done between two, a tango lacking the aromatic presence we aspire, we are off-beat, off-tune; a song rolling across the thick lashes batting your eyes, we are eternally tragic. woefully damaged. i’m exhausted, baby, and so are you. why do we continue to stand on stage, pretend this is love, and fuck and fight […]
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