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 [...]
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This 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 [...]
she 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 [...]
bury 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. [...]
night-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 [...]
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 