writing – Page 8 – Mecca-Amirah Jackson

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 [...]

Poetry, weightless

you taste like tea to me

July 26, 2022July 24, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

you taste like tea to me; your scent splashes across my face, you’re too hot, but i can’t wait to savor you. you roll across my tongue, i lingeron the bottom lip. you fill me up; warm and smooth down my throat, eyes dazed, smile lazy, i’ll finish you until you’re cold and spent. you [...]

social media

Social Media – Breakdown #1

July 25, 2022August 17, 2022by Mecca_Amirah6 Comments

I just had a great idea 💡 (As you can probably tell, my perspective on great is twisted but just bare with me...). I started writing about social media marketing to spread the word on some helpful tips, but instead of just telling you, I can break down the process and really show you what goes behind [...]

night-bloomer

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 [...]