Flamingo pink, rosette ruffled feathers scattered over my white duvet, delicacies on decadence, burn pink patches in its wake, is it too late to say–
Tag: short
2:52 am
At this lonely hour, 2:52 and my mind continues to wander. My heart is torn in two As I listen to the radio, My heart aching at the strum Of a sad rhythm and blues. Pause–as he croons of heartbreak. Nod my head as she screams A Valkyrie's cry for revenge. Dark and troubled, The ether [...]
Boring Girls
Boring girls, tell pretty lies. Manipulated-bated breath, I can only follow along, dragged behind their sashayed swaggers. Crystalline eyes follow me, fractured and broken, her eyes reflect a pond frozen-over, the temptation to take a step, driving me mad. A contorted "smile", that creaked and wrinkled to my untrained eyes, tinkling, nauseating "laughter" that made [...]
learn the vibes,
learn the vibes, taste the difference of sounds that are raw and unique; tough and enthralling– I am pulled into your verses, the timbre of your voice, and how your eyes, are alight with starburst dreams.
Yet
I have so much love to give; yet the world is hell bent on breaking my heart.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 