waterfalls sound prettier in my head. so that’s why i close my eyes and listen as the water folds and divides, demands but never shies.
waterfalls
Tag: poet
imaginary vines
where were you when i pleaded for sanity? the witching hour, took a heavy toll on me. lost in a tunnel, with no hope of seeing, clearly, i sank back, and became aligned once again with the roots of the trees. majesty, lover, an omnipotent being standing before me-jailer, ridicule and dismay, tangled in imaginary [...]
green memories
green memories disappear underneath the leaves of time. pale-limbs and pretty boys who whistle in rhyme, i found peace, eventually. i found clarity while unearthing secrets bound in twine.✨
the same song
we were out of tune; off-key, each caress felt wrong, more unlikely than stars without a blanket of dreams. dreading you, dreading us, i tore skin, for you, i gouged flesh, for us. nothing but a bag of bones, for what? in vain? or for us? cowardice mice, men dressed in false skins, we were [...]
the lock
you promised to meet me here, by the pier, alongside the dying trees, and across the dancing leaves that drift off the ledge, and plunge with a whistle and scream. elated, i waited: may he be tender, may he be sweet, may the young man come to me, and sweep me off my feet. daunted [...]
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 